Blame Jones

 Working in a  shipping department has always been a thankless job. The company I work for sends out worldwide e-mails if a sales guy lands a new account or if R&D has developed a new product that will "revolutionize the industry", but the day to day  efforts of the shipping department of any company goes largely unnoticed...until something goes wrong. I work for a company that manufactures golf shafts and we received a new part # for one of our biggest customers: P10360A395TFC189I11, which is almost identical to an existing part #:  P10360A395TFC169I11. This is an 18 digit alphanumeric sequence with only one digit difference...guess what happened. Yep, I sent the wrong shit. However, despite receiving a nearly identical part number with no warning I am expected to notice that one digit is different. I now must suffer the indignity of a meeting with the Vice President to formulate a plan to prevent a mis-shipment in the future. Here's the idea I'm taking to the meeting: change the fucking part numbers so that they are readily distinguishable. My attention to detail only goes so far. Maybe I'll still have a job when it's all said and done, but I will definitely make an impression.