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Good morning everyone. I'm very sore right now and of course had to spend part of my evening last night covering the dumpster up with tarps so that I'm not spending any more money than I have to.
You pay by weight and not just overage?
'rock and insulation can absorb a lot of water.
On a side note, the distributor gets here today! I followed shipping progress and it could have been here yesterday! It was in Hartford, and then sent to shrewsberry Mass.? WTF?!
I worked at a UPS regional hub back when I was going to aviation maintenance school.
Depending on where you were in the sorting of stuff, such as loading trucks with big boxes or loading industrial laundry bags with numerous 'small sorts' you had a daily quota of how many packages you handled (for me in small sort it was 1000 small boxes stuffed into sacks by destination each night).
You were allowed a human error rate of no more than three miss-sorts a week (that is the item went out in the wrong truck).
At UPS we had a wireless data entry point that strapped to our forearm and an scanner that went over the index finger.
You first scanned the destination then you scanned each item you loaded for that destination, the machine only recorded data.
So you had to read the address to be certain that the package was intended to go where you're sending it on to.
The pace was so hectic that should someone miss route a package along the conveyors to you, there was little chance of getting it back until it gets to the next person down the line.
The multi tiered conveyors would jamb and then the items would overflow down to a lower conveyor and off it went to the wrong person.
If you had a real good attention to detail (i.e. your packages were all going to their correct destinations as noted by the computer system finding it at the anticipated next local), the supervisors would salt your load just to test you.
I was so good that I rarely missed one, but there was one or two salted packages that did get past me and the supervisor who had become conditioned to 'know' that I always caught mine.
The supervisor occasionally took their sweet time coming to 'collect' their salt.
By then the salt was long gone down the conveyor in co-mingled in a bag with other small-sorts.
Ouch the supervisors hated that because the bag would get to the proper destination but with the misdirected item too and with the stupid computer system there was no reasonable way to intercept the bag before it got loaded on a truck.