This morning has not gone well. My 130-page, 13 tab, third day on the job event binder from yesterday was *nearly* flawless, with two exceptions. One incorrect fax number, and a missing letter “M”. Both of which had panicked and overblown bad reactions from my coworkers this morning, both of which could have been averted had: a) materials that I had no control over been given to me on time, or in fact, at all; and b) some time to think and/or somebody to double check my work. Sigh.
Aaaanndd… I don’t know who anonymously posted about not feeling groovy about Snail workers wearing (and I use this term extremely loosely) “uniforms”, but I sent off the high res file to the print shop about ten minutes ago, so I should have my shirt and hoodie ready sometime next week. I’ll wear it around as soon as I get it, so if you’re stalking me you can check it out from a distance through your binoculars and perhaps it will persuade you to come ’round to the idea. It’s possible that I’ll post a pic of myself sporting said Snail gear on my LJ, as well, for those who might be stalking from a distance, over the net, or from another continent.