CowboyDann wrote:I lul'd! I work at a dealership parts department. Bodyshop orders and auto parts Your idea sounds more fun though.
I feel your pain, brother. In a previous lifetime I worked in the parts department of a Mazda/Jag/DeLorean (DMC)/Dodge dealership. For parts ordering, each company had a different "terminal" with a dot-matrix printer that printed on that old-school computer paper with the holes on either side of the page, so the tractor deals in the printer could keep the paper feeding through. Each of the terminals would connect to its respective car company via an old-school modem that had a coupler I had to jam the old-school phone into before I actually could connect and transmit the order. There were no modern, new-fangled, sense-making conveniences such as a SCREEN on these state-of-the-stone-age terminals, so there was no way of verifying the order before transmitting it live via the phone line. You just typed in the part numbers and quantities because no one has EVER, in the history of the universe, made a typo or a fat-finger error on computer terminal! At the end of the session, the terminal would disconnect, then the dot-matrix printer would print out the session in its old, loud, jerky, spastic way, and only then could I verify that the quantities entered and transmitted were correct. Imagine my shock and horror the day I reviewed the order I just sent and saw that I mistakenly ordered ten hoods from some Dodge car for the body shop. TEN! T-E-N! I meant to order one. I don't know how the heck I hit a one and a zero instead of just a one! I had no way of correcting it online, and it wasn't like I could do something that made complete sense like calling Dodge (Mopar) and correcting the order--that would have been WAAAAAAY too easy, would have made TOOOOO much sense, and wouldn't be nearly embarrassing enough for me. The only way I could fix this one was to tell my boss who had to go through several layers of management at Dodge/Mopar to correct it. D'OH! That way EVERYONE at the dealership, even the plaid-wearing, slickee-boy, new and used-car sales dudes (d-bags) heard about it and mocked me. The horror . . . the horror.
I know, I know. You're amazed to learn I have not always been the brilliant rocket surgeon I am today. ;)
BTW . . . one of these aPen deals would be cool if it worked with my Xoom.