My dad is off today to visit three of my siblings in New York. He'll be gone three weeks. Let me say now, the production area will go to hell while he's gone. He's absolutely amazing. Oh, annoying, too. But the floors are swept, trash is out, supplies are stocked. He works very deliberately to make sure we maintain quality control and minimize our expenses. (He believes a large part of our future corporate strategy should be turning the lights off in the packing room when it's not being used. Which is annoying because it almost always is.)
We're not hiring any time soon but my dad is already talking about it. "I want to work with the new people, and we're not just going to just throw them into the job without properly training them."
Ryder came in today to work until noon. He needs money to pay for driving class. Plus we're making him because we insist he be productive. Okay, I do.
He had me in stitches. He put his favorite music (indie) on the sound system and turned up the volume. I liked it! I get so tired of the same stuff every day. He did a few chores he called "busy work." Then he wanted to learn how to pack PBK orders (you can figure out what the PBK means; I'm not allowed to tell.) He didn't want to mess up on the packing process, so he wrote every step on his hand. As he got to the last step, he said, "Good. Because I'm running out of hand." M.
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