And now I know how many exchanges it’s possible to dispatch in a week: at least 180. That was where my count stood when I left the Empire at 3:00, an hour earlier than my shift normally ends, because I had run myself out of work (again, for the third time this week). If I hadn’t had to take most of Monday to do the other part of my job, and if I hadn’t had to be my own loader, I probably could have nudged 200. And yes, I made sure my managers knew I hit that kind of a mark ’cos I doubt that anyone else on the team could have come within fifty dispatches of me. The only possible fly in the ointment is if I get a bunch of repeat-dispatches hitting my stats week after next because I was going too fast, but I don’t think that’s going to be the case. I was right about when I’d crack my previous record, too: tied it at 9:15, broke it at 9:45.
A hundred and eighty. That’s what I can do if I don’t have to throttle back.
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