Millions of people have rosacea, a common condition that gives you a red, rosy and slightly inflamed looking face. Bill Clinton has it. Prince Harry has it. And now, scientists know what causes it. Tiny anus-less mites. Tiny mites, without a butthole, eating your face, and when they die, they explode, staining your skin with their poop. Lovely.
I work for a guy who has two companies. One sells irrigation parts to mom and pop home improvement stores and to other suppliers and manufacturers. The other company is a 3rd party logistic company. With the latter, we work with a manufacturer in Israel that sells a widget to big box home improvement stores.
We handle the shipping to the stores, customer service and tech support on said product and replacement parts. We have also acquired their online store shipping as well as Amazon.com for the manufacturer directly. My time is split doing everything from receiving and unloading the merchandise to picking/packing order to being the only one for the phones. The billing is my boss’ thing, he needs something to do right?
Well, said manufacturer makes the item with a known defective part with a possibility of failing. They said that they had to cut costs somewhere. God forbid it be their pockets. That part is the number one piece we ship out as a defective warranty replacement part. They spend over $85k a year with us on that part alone. There is a LIFETIME WARRANTY on their merchandise. This does not include what it costs to make that piece. That’s just one of the shitty parts of their product.
Their biggest customer finally had enough with the defectives and dropped their widget from their line. It was tarnishing their house brand name and too many complaints about the lack of quality. We have until Feb. to support the big box’s customers.
Our pay is based on a commission with that company. With them leaving, we are left with little based on what’s left from the other aspects. Our meat is gone. We’re left with the mashed pot and corn now.
A contract renegotiation is in the works and there are other big companies talking about this item and wanting it in their stores; not knowing its defective rate. The manufacturer says that they WILL NOT be fixing the defective piece. Go figure.
My boss knows how much I am worth to him and understands that I have a family to take care of. He hasn’t touched a box or been out in the warehouse for more than a min, nor has he had to answer 10 phone calls in the last 2 years. We’re in the position where we can work out a new contract for less, with the hopes of new vendors coming in. We kind of have them by the balls. We have a lot of their merchandise. To move it and to retrain someone else is not going to be financially responsible for them.
I hope things work out. Mangyna* I like coming to work with bed head and wearing shorts. My job has a lot of perks that you wouldn’t get elsewhere.
Knowing that your demise is near really creates a sense of apathy in my work performance. Then again, knowing my end here is near and that I will receive a severance package makes me want to up my game and guarantee a nice sum.
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