Not until all the dinosaurs retire. We go though more paper now then we did 4 years ago. I should know, I’m the one that buys it. We’re also doing about half the business (IF that). Do the math.

The “see you next year” joke that you’re tempted to say this week hasn’t been funny since you were like 10. Don’t say it. I’m going to hear it at least 50 times this week, give it a rest.

I came in this morning to find a color copy of two metal paint chips on my desk with a note: please have (name of local paint store) do a color match for these two colors.

Um, can’t. There is no paint manufacturer our color code for either color, which means they’d have to do a blind match… Of a color copy. It’s not even a copy, it’s a scan that was emailed and them PRINTED on an inkjet. *sigh*

One of the guys in the shop here has a lipstick kiss mark tattooed on his neck. I’m sure his wife or girlfriend thought it was sweet, I find it hilarious! I have to bite the insides of my cheeks to keep from laughing every time I see him. So macho!

Our estimators names and numbers quite often end up on project contact lists. They essentially have nothing to do with a job once the contact is signed, but it still happens. They’re also both semi-retired, do they work shortened weeks.

Last Friday B got a call from contractor K looking for paperwork- essentially timecards- for his project. B was out shopping at the time (he wasn’t working that day) so he couldn’t hear it all & asked me to follow up as it’s my job.

Called the jobsite, no one knew K. After 45 min ofsearching for K and several calls to other sites as well as talking to B two more times, I “found” K. After talking to K, I find out the reason he didn’t get these forms was no one from our company worked there on the days in question. All better.

B came up to me this morning (he was in today) and told me that K called him on his cell again, asking for the same days.

Thanks for wasting everyone’s time K. Now I know why no one knew who you were.

Last Thursday: Me: I forwarded you a reminder invoice email because that software subscription is almost up. It expires in 2 weeks. Do you want new to charge that now? Boss: No, I’ll do it last minute so we get charged as late as possible. Me: Okay!

Today: B: Did you take care of that software renewal? You know it expires the 12th right? We can’t miss that. What are you doing with that? Me: Um, that’s what we talked about last week. You said you were going to do it. Do you want me to? B: You need to be sure that gets done THIS WEEK. I mean it, don’t forget, THIS WEEK.

Being in construction, we deal with all kinds of contractors. One we we’re contracted with now is kinda obnoxious. One of the worst ones in this company is named Dean. Every time he calls I picture Dean Pelton from Community just so I can giggle to myself.

I don’t think I’ll ever meet Dean as our clients rarely come to us, but if I do, I’ll be oh-so-very sad if he’s not short, skinny, bald and crazy!

I work in the paper-pushing side of construction. We have an office, shop and a union laborer workforce that for the most part I only see the few that have company trucks. Most of them only come in a few times a year. My official title is “receptionist” but I do everything under the sun. This is will be my account of the strangeness I deal with on a daily basis.