I have always known that UPS presented a unique working environment, but in the last two weeks, it has amazed me with its strangeness. Let me tell you what i mean. Yesterday the entire irregular expediting operation ground to a halt over a failed threesome. In our presort today, a tiny piece metal in my nose garnered more attention than the 270 we hit as an outbound.
In the last three working days I have ripped the crotch out of my pants and worked an entire day without the support of an under wire without drawing the slightest bit of attention, however every time I bend over I have an audience. Yesterday the acting fulltimer in my outbound told me PPH means nothing, despite the fact that my PPH had a large role in putting me at number 1 for the southside and in keeping the rest of my slacker outbound at plan for the last 4 months.
UPS is a place where you can get hit on by male coworkers you've never met over the phone and propositioned by the same three guys you turned down yesterday in the same hour. It is a place that fires people for fraternization but boasts a large number of happy couples and an even larger number of fuck buddies. It is a place where you can flirt your way out of pretty much any situation, and flirt your way into a clean dock, but get fired for the same behavior.
And despite its idiosyncrasies, I'm not sure that I'll ever be ready to give it up.