Not too bad.

I got chewed out again this morning.  Not as bad as last week though.  And while one customer basically stated he was going to discontinue doing business with us, I'm more worried about Paul, who thinks I rock.  

I basically made Paul wait 2 hours in our lobby while we repackaged his RUSH order.

Me: Paaaaul!! We're done!!!

Paul:  Oh thanks Kristine.. you rock.

Me: Really?!  I'm so glad to hear that, I was really worried.

Paul: If this is the worst thing that happens to me today, I'll consider myself lucky.

And he was right.  That was the worst of my day too.  And it wasn't even that bad.  Once everyone was on board, we were just talking, resleeving, talking.  Luckily it was sloooooow the entire day.  No calls, no emails, no orders.  The second half of my day was spent counting how many ruined sleeves we had.  For a Friday, that's just perfect.  

I planned on packing up my shit and heading home for the weekend.  Instead, we headed to Covina together, bumrushed Meesh and enjoyed happy hour at El Torrito right by my house.  Still very tired, I managed to enjoy myself and laugh my ass off. 

Hello weekend.  Thanks for letting me get my groove thing on in a cantina.  If this is the best the rest of my weekend gets, I'll be okay.  SIKE!!!  I mean, it was great and all... but I miss the little monster.  

Happy weekend everyone :D  I have no plans other than to have a blast.