Day one-hundred-seventy-one

Another busy day, though not quite so bad as yesterday. What a relief.

We have had one recurring problem, however; a problem that could we need to deal with before it gets out of hand. Even on our busiest days, we usually can keep a handle on our jobs and how they're getting done. Today, it seems we've had an unusually high number of jobs go missing.

Usually, if an item goes missing, it will usually just be reprinted. However, since we've so many jobs get lost, this becomes problematic for a few reasons. Firstly, it creates extra work for everyone involved. The printer has to reprint, the cutter has to recut, and we packer/shippers have to pack it again and make sure it's sent off properly. Secondly, it makes problems for the customer when they have to receive something later than anticipated. Ultimately, it falls to us to make sure things get done as they're supposed to be, because we're the last people to actually handle any work before it actually gets sent off.

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Update 10:38 pm- We got to knock off work early. It's been a very busy week, especially considering how the first shift has been down a person and that's put us all behind. As of now, no more being two days ahead on work for the time being. This expected drop-off in work for the summer didn't even last until summer.

Also, I almost got hit by a car on the ride home. I was cutting across the parking lot of the grocery store down the street from my house. One corner of the building has a glass front on both sides so that you can see through to the front. As I came up the side of the building, I failed to see a woman driving a Honda until it was almost too late. I slammed my brakes, she slammed hers. We actually connected inasmuch as I grazed the front end of her car. I wasn't hurt, I didn't even get off my seat. I told the woman I wasn't hurt and that she could just go. That was about twenty minutes ago.

It seems a somehow appropriate way to end this week. It was so busy that I thought we were going to be buried but weren't, called off by sort of getting hurt by a car but not really.