Woke up this morning to cool temps, gray skies and intermittent rain. I didn't ride because I'm a big sissy. Bleh. I got to work today and the phone was actually ringing. This is somewhat unusual because most of our work is done over the internets and the emails. One of the calls was from Jon telling me he would be late because Clary's father had passed away in the Dominican Republic last night. He was busy making arrangements to get Clary and her mom on a plane to the D.R. today. No fun. Our condolences go out to Clary, Jon and their family.
So the phone rings again. A potential customer from Sweden is asking about a sale that Jon has been working on. I don't really know how to help the guy because Jon is constantly making these deals, and to keep me updated on all of the details would be nearly impossible. I'm just a dumb hillbilly from Springvale Township, and the angles he is working are obtuse beyond my comprehension. So I take a message and tell the guy that people in other parts of the US think I talk funny because I grew up surrounded by Swedes. I still say Minnesooooota. He thought that was funny.
Next we have an eBay sale that has the shipping address listed as California USA, Victoria 91706 Australia. Make up your minds people. There's a bit of difference in shipping costs.
Next, a vendor calls needing our State Sales Tax Exemption Certificate. I can do that, except Jon needs to sign it because his name is on it. They also want to fax an invoice, but the machine is out of paper. Our fax machine is some dinosaur that Jon picked up somewhere that's missing pieces all over the place. It also seems to dial random disconnected numbers every once in a while, just for fun. In an engineering marvel, Jon rigged up a tray to catch the incoming faxes from falling to the floor, but it also blocks access to the paper loading tray. I managed to load the paper without destroying the machine.
Jon also has some units to get ready for shipping from a big sale yesterday.
All of this and more was just this morning after 3 weeks of sloooooow sales.
I've hardly had time to drink my coffee.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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Actually, I think the hillbillies from Springvale say, "Minnesoda." But then, I'm deef, so I may be wrong.
No, you're right. Just as long as the "o" is long and flat.
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