What’s the point, what’s the point, what’s the point?
What’s the point in having scheduled couriers in Dallas? Sheesh! What’s the point of drinking water every day? What’s the point of getting dressed in the morning? What’s the point of the sun rising? What’s the point of eating breakfast? What’s the point of getting a pedicure? What’s the point of getting a haircut? What’s the point of dreaming big? What’s the point of celebrating birthdays?
WHAT’S THE POINT??
The points are as follows: water is a necessity for life; getting dressed means that other people don’t have to see you naked; the sun needs to rise so we can see and be warm and oh that small little tidbit about the earth still existing; breakfast is the most important meal of the day; pedicures are just plain awesome; haircuts mean you don’t look unkempt; dreaming big ensures that we have leaders; celebrating birthdays means cake, ice cream and presents. That, my friends, is the point!
It’s 7 a.m. At 12:00 p.m. every Wednesday, you need a package dropped off at your company’s corporate headquarters in downtown. There are no ifs, ands or buts about it. You know that you need to call your courier by 8:00 a.m. to get the 4 hour delivery Dallas rate. At 7:55, you remember you need to call the courier company. By 7:57, your tummy is grumbling and you get distracted. You head to the breakroom to make your oatmeal. By the time you get back to your office, you have all but forgotten about the delivery. At 10:08 a.m. it hits you like a ton of bricks: you forgot to call in the delivery. You start beating yourself up. Why didn’t you call. You know the delivery needs to happen every Wednesday, you fool! Ring, ring. You pick up your phone and once again get distracted. There goes the two hour delivery Dallas rate. The call runs over an hour. You were in crisis management, and your mind is on everything else accept that delivery. After all, your mid-year review is next week. You have to put this fire out. At 12:06 your tummy grumbles for lunch. You head to the break room and look at your watch. THE DELIVERY! Oh me, oh my! Why didn’t you call it in earlier!? You rush back to your office and place a STAT 45 minute delivery Dallas. More money, added stress, self-blame.
Sucks, doesn’t it? Not that I need to say it, but I’m gonna: that’s the point of Dallas scheduled couriers.