work rants and raves

Thursday, December 5, 2002
Oh no. We are so dead. Ughhhhh. We made a big boo-boo answering this customer service mail from a client yesterday.

See, she was asking if this swim set featured on the site contains two pieces each of the goggles and snorkels, as featured on the site.

Now me, not knowing the item because I haven't been here long and I don't really know all of our products yet, naturally turned to C, our merchandising coordinator.

After looking at the site, she assured me that it does have 2 pieces each. After asking her again if she was sure of that information, I then wrote to the customer, saying that yes, the product contains 2 sets of the goggles and snorkels each.

But lo and behold, when the item arrived here at the office, there were only 2 pieces: one of the snorkel, and the other was the goggles.

I quickly made an apology letter explaining the misunderstanding, but I didn't get a response even up to the time I left the office.

To make matters more complicated, J, our operations girl, had already dispatched the item yesterday afternoon. When we checked our mail this morning, the customer had finally written back saying that she wanted to cancel that item because she bought it thinking that there were 2 pieces each.

The boss isn't aware of it. Yet. But he will. And now we're all waiting for the boom to fall. And I'm dreading it, ughhh.

I'm still partly to blame, but if it's any consolation, I did ask for confirmation but I wrote. Grr.

* * *
Wow, things didn't go as bad as I thought it would. My boss and I were talking about other things here in the office, and I gently segued it to that problem. And he was remarkably cool about it, thank goodness.

So I guess that just goes to show that honesty is the best policy. Or something like that. Heh.

All I can say is, whew!

posted @ 08:44 a.m. | comments

Wednesday, December 4, 2002
My officemates really despise my boss. Behind his back, they call him lola. When he's in a bad mood, they call it BM. They think he thinks about nothing but money and earning and all that. They call him a barangay tanod, because they think he makes rounds in the office to catch them doing something wrong. They make fun of him all the time or complain about him.

Personally, I don't really see anything drastically wrong with him. In fact, I think he's rather fair in his treatment of employees. He gives us all our holidays, which is more than you can say for other service-oriented companies. And ours is *very* service-oriented.

He has the right to look around to see if we're doing our work properly. And for that matter, to make sure that things are going smoothly in the office. He IS the boss, after all.

And if he thinks about the business side, you can't blame him. It IS their business. And if he doesn't think about it, where will he get the money to pay all our salaries and our overhead expenses?

I don't know if they realize that or they see more in him that I don't see. I really think that he's rather fair, so I pity him sometimes. He sits alone in his office most of the time, while most of his employees are badmouthing him.

Maybe I'll change my tune after working here longer, who knows? But as for now, I just really feel bad that my officemates see him the way they do now.

posted @ 03:11 p.m. | comments

Tuesday, December 3, 2002
See that computer thingie over there? That's my actual workstation.

That's where I log in every day, where I check my mail, where everything I need to do revolves on.

Sometimes it's hard to believe I've joined the cubes. Except that mine isn't strictly a cube. It's more of long, rectangular table that extends to two cubes because I need the space for our mini photo shoots.

I have my back to the room; I keep a mirror on the topside of my monitor to keep track of my boss people who are walking behind me.

I share the phone with two other people; it's not like I use the phone for my personal use much either. And I haven't given out the number anyway, so what do I care.

I'm in a cube. Believe it.

posted @ 11:57 a.m. | comments

Tuesday, December 3, 2002
Everyday, when I get to work, I always wonder what I'll end up doing. It always seems like when I go home, everything's done, but then the next day, there's still always more. Always more.

Of course there are lulls, but there are definitely more busy times than those.

Sometimes it gets overwhelming, but most times, I just take things in stride. I keep my cool, and just go through each task, step by step.

And miraculously, the tasks do get done. Time does fly by. And before I know it, it's the end of the day, and I'm on my way home once more, wondering what I'll do the next day.

posted @ 04:47 p.m. | comments

Tuesday, December 3, 2002
So. A new weblog. Once again.

I have a current weblog that I still keep up, but decided not to burden it with work-related stuff as much as possible. So the result, this. WRR. Work rants and raves.

I started work around a couple of months ago. After quite a long time of not managing to find myself a job, I managed to land myself a position in the ever so tenuous dot-com industry.

Technically, my title is the content editor. That means that I should keep the site fresh and dynamic and all that crap.

Aside from this, I take the photos of the things we feature on our site, I keep records of the site statistics, I answer customer service inquiries via phone and e-mail, I write articles for the site, among others.

Our company is small; only 9 people in total. Which is good most of the time, I guess.

It's usually fun to work here. The people seem nice and friendly. Comments later. Heh. I guess that's basically it for now. More details in entries to come!

posted @ 12:00 p.m. | comments

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G: The boss. Mid-30's, quiet, keeps to his desk. Guy.

J: Operations. Likes food. Early 30's. Girl.

C: Purchasing. Early 20's. Girl.

F: Admin. Early 20's. Curses a lot. Girl.

M: Sysad. Funny. Has a lot of sidelines. Early 20's. Guy.

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