Damn You FedEx!

So part of my job at OMG!Droid is whoring myself out to vendors to get test products sent in to us.  From there, we tear it apart, break it, review it, and then normally give it away after (I know, it's odd to give away products we abuse).

Regardless, this is a good part of my job, and so well it's been going good.  I've gotten feedback from a number of various vendors, and requests are getting put in.  So I've got one that shipped out right around the end of August.  I figured probably within around 5 days or so, float an extra day or two because of the holiday, and I should have it in hand.  Yeah no, not so much.  According to FedEx, they left it at my door on August 30th.  The only thing that's arrived at my door in the last 2 weeks is a phone book.  They still make those?

My conclusion is a toss-up between two options at this point:

1. The FedEx driver decided to pull a cruel prank by using magic to turn a box with 2 phone cases into a phone book just to piss me off (which is working btw).
2. FedEx has no idea where the fuck the driver left the package, and he's a fucking moron.

I'll safely bet on option 2.  So here I am, one phone call in and numerous no reply tweets which have lead me to waiting on a trace ticket to figure out where the driver left it.  Let's hope this is located soon, although it's not like I have a business to help run.

After this situation today, I'm glad another shipment I have going via FedEx I was able to order to be held at the local station and avoid the driver all together.  I'm gonna go look at boobies online now.

Oh, and a couple of side notes.  Thank you CyanogenMod for adding the SMS quick reply in the notification bar.  It makes me happy.  And AOKP, hurry the fuck up with the toroplus nightlies!!!

Here's something for now to make me happy again.  Thanks Colie Jacks!

This song about describes me perfectly at times with as popular as I seem to have gotten.

End of the month at the office

I fucking hate going to work at the end of the month.  HATE......HATE......in case that wasn't expressed clearly enough.

It's that time where everyone in management decides the best course of action to hit whatever goals the company has set forth, is to run around and freak the fuck out.  Remember, production is a result of panic attacks and anxiety issues.  So says the idiots in the suits who can't manage to wipe their own asses in just 3 steps, but somehow managed to get a job running a department.

Mix in this being the end of the quarter and having to worry about what we're reporting for that, and it's an even bigger party.

There's something I learned in management a long time ago that I think is still true.  SHUT THE FUCK UP.  IT DOESN'T MATTER AT THIS POINT!!!!

Oh, I'm sorry, you're right.  Constantly pacing the floors, reminding of us stupid details that mean nothing, and annoying me to the point I want to punch you in the uterus so you can't breed more annoyances for me later helps everything.  The stockholders love that.

I just have to remind myself there's only 3 days left.  It might be wise to show up with a tub full of Prozac for them to dig into.  That and I'll hammer back 5 hydrocodone and 3 shots of Jager before I walk in the door.