“A
hundred twenty pages?!” The admin in the receiving office scoffed. “You’ve
gotta be kidding me. They need it faxed?
They can’t just get it mailed?”
I
checked back with my exasperated temp boss. “If I wanted it mailed, I’d have
said to mail the sucker. Just fax it,” he ordered, with a dismissing wave of
his pudgy, manicured hand.
I
called back the other assistant. “Yup, he definitely wants to fax it to your
office. Is that all right? Is this a good time?”
The
other assistant groaned, “That’ll keep all the other faxes from coming in, so
I’ll give you another fax number to send to. And, I have to check if we have
enough fax paper. Once you start sending, that will take hours. . .”
I
groaned sympathetically back with the other assistant. At any rate, us two
assistants watched over our respective fax modems like mother birds watching
their eggs hatch. . . we had to
make sure the transmission was successful, each and every page of the 120
pages. . . because each page took about a minute, and then occasional machine
jams occurred, so in the end, that damn fax took almost three hours to send.
The
next day, my temp boss said, “That document you faxed yesterday? Trash it.
We’re doing a new draft.”
That
was one of those times, as a temp, I was fit to be bound and gagged. How much
more wasteful and non-insightful could those bosses be? Well, look at the
corporate history of one of many big business failures, like Lehman Brothers. .
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