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Feb. 7th, 2012 12:12 amA few things about my job.
So when I get a call at 2100hrs because the Grand Poobah of Paperclip Acquisition needs to go from point A to point B tomorrow, I take the run. One of the nice things about my job is I spend the vast majority of my time at work alone in the office. Weekends, no one is there but me. When I close on Monday and Tuesday, the bosses leave by 1700 and the Res Agent is gone by 1800. So as long as I take care of business, no one cares if I spend the rest of my time reading.
But one thing the bosses want is for me to fax them any runs I get that have to be covered before they get in the next day. They keep a duplicate run table at home, and they want it to match what I have, so if I get a late run for the Grand Poobah, the boss and I can assign it to a driver and everyone is one the same page. Simple enough, right? Except for tonight, when I got a handful of reservations late for tomorrow, and the bosses' fax machine refused to pick up. So I had to read out each reservation to a boss over the phone, and place them with a driver based on the boss' recommendations. Remember that scene in Office Space where they kill the copier? I'm about there with fax machines.
I think the highlight of my night came when I took a reservation for the Lord High Chancellor of Subtle Coding Errors to go from his corporate office to a hotel. We charge a bit over a hundred bucks for that. Out of curiosity I checked the trip on Google Maps. For about $2 and a few blocks of walking he could take light rail and make the same trip in about the same time.
- Most of our clients are high poobahs in various Silicon Valley companies.
- They all have personal assistants. I'm coming to know several of them.
- We will take any reservation. Unless there is literally no way to get a driver there.
- This goes double for those people tagged VIP in our system.
So when I get a call at 2100hrs because the Grand Poobah of Paperclip Acquisition needs to go from point A to point B tomorrow, I take the run. One of the nice things about my job is I spend the vast majority of my time at work alone in the office. Weekends, no one is there but me. When I close on Monday and Tuesday, the bosses leave by 1700 and the Res Agent is gone by 1800. So as long as I take care of business, no one cares if I spend the rest of my time reading.
But one thing the bosses want is for me to fax them any runs I get that have to be covered before they get in the next day. They keep a duplicate run table at home, and they want it to match what I have, so if I get a late run for the Grand Poobah, the boss and I can assign it to a driver and everyone is one the same page. Simple enough, right? Except for tonight, when I got a handful of reservations late for tomorrow, and the bosses' fax machine refused to pick up. So I had to read out each reservation to a boss over the phone, and place them with a driver based on the boss' recommendations. Remember that scene in Office Space where they kill the copier? I'm about there with fax machines.
I think the highlight of my night came when I took a reservation for the Lord High Chancellor of Subtle Coding Errors to go from his corporate office to a hotel. We charge a bit over a hundred bucks for that. Out of curiosity I checked the trip on Google Maps. For about $2 and a few blocks of walking he could take light rail and make the same trip in about the same time.
