In an act of sheer brilliance, it is decreed I shall have the new BM for our new store help me out for the week. And get a little extra exposure considering he's only been at the job for 3 weeks now (2 weeks of which were spent setting up the new location). He doesn't know how to use 10 key or the 'TAB' key. He's a very smart, capable guy, but he doesn't grasp the concept that you can open multiple windows simultaneously. There's more, but let's sum it up: his computer skills are a little lacking. Needless to say, my job has become more difficult because instead of handling everything myself, I am forced to slow down to a snail's pace to train which tests my patience by the minute and creates extra work for me causing me to stay late.
I tell you that so you can understand my fragile mental state when i tell you this:
This morning I am bouncing off the walls dealing with a customer who needs equipment delivered yesterday that isn't expected to come in on the truck until today which I then need to schedule with our delivery driver to drop at the job site asap, but the truck comes in and the product shifted and the unit is damaged so I have to take pictures, file a freight claim and calmly notify the customer so we can work out something else all the while having 4 phone lines constantly lit up-each a new order or a new problem. *gasp for breath* There are still 2 customers at my counter waiting to be serviced one of which is compiling a massive parts order requiring individual entry and with no barcode to scan this forces me to manually enter dozens of sku's based off memory while *pause for effect* the apprentice is royally botching the other customer's basic order so I'm supervising his entries and gracefully correcting his never-ending mistakes and running damage control on his fed-up customer... You get the picture.
In the midst of all this a loud WHAH WHAH WHAH emits from my office. "WTH" I ask to nobody in particular. I take a moment to run into my office and investigate the ungodly noise. My computer looks fine; nothing's on fire. I simply shut my office door blocking off some of the wretched siren and promptly begin helping the customers at hand. I instruct my bitch-the temp- to check it out. He comes back to me stating he is all about the warehouse and is not computer savvy. FINE. Turning to the trainee, I tell him to handle it while I take over and finish with his customer. He turns off the computer and the noise continues so he stands a foot away from me, staring, absolutely flabbergasted. I swear, you'd think he just witnessed my computer re-enact The Exorcist.
Not at all flustered by this turn of events, I prattle off the number for IT in between phone calls. "Do you want me to call them?" Um...yes. All I overhear from the conversation "yeah it just started....WHAH WHAH WHAH (why he didn't call from the room that was making the noise, I will never know)...I already tried that and it kept beeping...If you say so..." He proceeds to my office to turn the computer off and on again. The noise stops.
Finally a reprieve from demanding customers allows me to consort over the issue. So what was it? Do I need a new computer? Did IT solve the problem? I am quickly informed by the rattled student the source of the noise was....
DRUM-ROLL PLEASE
The alarm clock. Yes, the elusive alarm clock I inherited with the office who foiled my every attempt to keep accurate time. The radio clock that annoyed me with it's incessant flashing of 12:00. The very one I pushed behind my clunky early 90's monitor instead of unplugging and trashing for the sheer fact that the cord tangled with my other cords in a Velcro wrap I was too lazy to deal with. The clock, which in my defense, had never made a single noise in the 14 months it resided on my desk chose NOW to go off hiding under my computer monitor.
True Story
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