On to the fleshy bits

OK. The text session with Nala last night was *really* fun. I just hope we work well enough together in real life to see if we can have that much fun without the phones.

Last night was for crap otherwise. I had our pickers pulling some "old" freight out of the back and Mego, of course, tried to over ride my instruction. Came over the walkie all hateful and talking to me like I was an idiot. Told me he *personally* worked that stuff yesterday and the plan-o-grams were *not* set and I was wasting everyone’s time. I replied that the Senior Manager told me it was set and gave me instructions to work it. As an aside here, when the senior manager and I were walking the store to get the overnight notes, I personally *saw* that the plan-o-grams had been set. Mego didn’t arrive for almost thirty more minutes.

Mego’s reply, again over the walkie for everyone to hear, was that senior manager didn’t know what he was talking about, the plan-o-gram *was not* set and that we’d just have to drag all this stuff back in the morning and I was being an idiot.

I told him that was my problem and I’d deal with it.

I managed to put up two pallets of stuff that *was’t set*. Amazing.