Ancient Order Madness

Fifteen minutes until 11:00 am, John starts screaming in the shipping room. I go into find out why, and it's because an order hasn't been placed. This order is VERY old. I was told the order was placed previously. Come to find out it wasn't.

The issue of this order has come up here and there, and over the last five days, I have repeatedly told John that I have no contact information, no phone number, no account number for this company that we have to place the order with. Not only that, no one has ever told me what needs to be ordered. As usual, I am ignored.

Well, fifteen minutes before eleven, he starts freaking out and panicking like he always does (imagine Will Ferrell on cocain pretending to be a three year old). Things are getting thrown around and it's things like "This is bogus!" or "This is messed up. People aren't doing what they need to. I'm the only one who does anything." or "This won't work!" (insert stomping of little 3 year old feet).

So, I scramble to get this information that no one has ever given me in fifteen minutes. Well, the hard drive that I have been telling him about for the last month doesn't work. It hasn't, and he's been informed of this. So what does this mean? I can't create a pick list (what items are needed to ship) because it's on the failing hard drive. Not to mention, Matt's computer isn't working (probably because of this hard drive).

So, I tell this to John. He freaks out even worse. "No! This isn't acceptable. It has to be done today. It has to be done now. We have only ten minutes until eleven." Well, yes, John, we only have ten minutes until eleven, because you only thought to do this five minutes ago.

So he tells me to give him the information. WHAT information?!?! I don't have it. This is his deal. No one has given me any information as to what was ordered, even if it had been, and what needed to be. I have no information. As I had just finished explaining to him, I have no pick list, because he doesn't want to replace the hard drive that has all of our data on it that likes to go dead and make big clicky noises.

So long story boring, he continues to have tantrums. I'm bascially told he demands this information now. Information that I do not have, cannot access a computer to get, and cant' pull out of thin air. He tells me to call Matt and have him read it to me from his pick list. Why John's pick list, which is just as old as Matt's won't work, only John knows, so I call Matt.