Eight hours, work hours that is, till weekend bliss.

Today was good, in an uneventful kind of way.

  • Stopped at the mall for a Cinnabon® (for me) and Hickory Farms Melt-Away Mints® (for Jess). I even managed to make it to work without spilling anything in my lap.
  • When we got to work, I sat down in the break room to eat some of the ‘bon. A couple of co-workers joined me and the conversation took… a turn. Do you have ANY idea how many topics can be made from permutations/perversions of the following words: “buns,” “frosted,” ” hot,” and “sticky?” Lots. That had to be one of – if not the– most innuendo-laden breakfasts that has ever been eaten in that break room.
  • We were (finally) introduced to an operations plan that has been rumored and whispered of for the past few months: “Structured Seating.” It’s not quite assigned seating, but it’s pretty damned close. The basic concept is fairly simple:
    • We have 700+ employees.
    • We process mail for fourteen (14) major cites’ plants. Add to that the eleven (11) smaller cities that route mail through the major plants.
    • It is an arduous process to try and find a person in one of fourteen systems. Sometimes you find them on the first try, but most times it takes (a lot of) trial and error – like finding the proverbial needle in a haystack.
    • Our workroom floor is set up in groups of six workstations.
    • Our workgroups are being broken down in groups of six DCOs.
    • The theory: It will be easier to both move small groups from site to site AND track who-went-where based on what workgroup/subgroup they are in.

    The theory seems sound, but it will take practical application – and a LOT of tweaking – to see just how well it works. We’ll see…

  • Went to the gym.
  • Came home.

It seems that my VCR is now possessed. This is not a good thing. In fact, I think that it’s diametrically opposed to being a good thing. If anyone has a number for John Constantine, Jason Blood, or Dr. Strange, and could pass it along, I’d be VERRA grateful!

Peace.