In which I talk about adult things, which involves meaningless things about my place of employment.

[meus_ovatio]

Well I am gainfully employed now and will be put to work straightening out a supply, receiving and warehouse situation run by the logistical equivalent of some twine and duct-tape. My new boss "gets me", being that he is my age, class, newly married peer, which is a helluva breath of fresh air after spending almost two years trying to convince old

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[majortom_thecat]

That sounds like a plant where I worked once. Some smart guy came along and set up a whole inventory tracking department and then moved away. We kept all his spreadsheets going, but nobody was exactly clear on why we were doing it or even what the department was called. The acronym was IFS. I found something?

[meus_ovatio]

Haha. Yes. IFS, that's food.

[meus_ovatio]

Err.. *good. Not food.

[johnny9fingers]

Congratters on the job, old bean. May good things occur.

[meus_ovatio]

Ty sir.