We had dropped off a machine two days ago. I arrived around 1500 to set it up. The office manager gave me a good thorough talking to for being extremely late. I explained that often my schedule does not correspond with the delivery service we use, so it's not uncommon for me to arrive later on the same day to do the installation. There was a threat to send the machine back etc., etc.
Well the installation shows up on my schedule today for 11:00. I show up at 10:20 to begin physical assembly. IT will be arriving at 1100. We send out the FS-527 finishers mostly boxed up, since there isn't much assembly. I'm cutting open cartons and plastic packaging when I hear over my shoulder: "You were scheduled for 11:00 and it's 10:28 ... "
I turn to see the nice young lady who berated me the day before, but now she seems frozen in place with wide eyes. I stand there waiting for the rest (it's usually best just to let them wear themselves out). After 5 to 10 seconds she recovers, and says: " ... go ahead and finish up what you're doing." in a more amenable tone.
You know I spend most of my life in this confused state, wondering What the hell just happened? Then I notice I'm still holding my box cutter, little stubby. It's only about 1 1/2" long, but a good sturdy blade, and I use it for everything so it's well worn. I think she may have considered having this discussion at a time when I wasn't carrying a sharp knife.
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It was definitely worth a smile.
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