Dentarthurdent outsmarted himself today. He was waiting for a piece of equipment to be delivered, and he had anxiously told most of the people in the company that it needed to be delivered to the door leading into the lab.
In fact, about the only person he didn't think it necessary to tell was the person who signs for deliveries when the warehouse officer was away. The person who inhabits the office next door to the warehouse officer. The person who, in fact, signed for the piece of equipment when it arrived, couldn't raise either Dentarthurdent or the Biggest Gossip In Town (aka our Technical Services manager), and told the delivery man to put it in the warehouse.
In other words, me.
My Jedi Master nearly repeated the trick by almost forgetting to let me know that he's going to be away for two weeks, but he caught himself in time.
In any case, Dentarthurdent is now going to have to grab some confederates and haul the thing down to the labs. He is going to have a hard time, since the only place the thing would fit in the warehouse effectively blocked the pallet trolley. They are all going to wind up swearing rather profusely, and I am not going to have a shred of sympathy for them.
That's what he gets for forgetting how things work around here.
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He already used up his share of swearing this afternoon, and I'm sure more will come after he finds out the guy delivering the fume hood rang at 4.45pm. He was still a good hour away from us, and Mr Big was frantically trying to find someone (other than himself) to stay behind and receive it.
lol. Our Receptionist On L-Plates (whose name will be upgraded hopefully sooner rather than later) told me this morning that Mr Big failed to find anybody to stay behind and receive it. It's sitting in reception at the moment. :-)
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