Today is my first day of inventory ever. It sucks. A lot. I sort of kind of hate it like the plague and wanted to stab myself with my pen half way through so I could leave. And I'm not done. I'll be doing it for the rest of the day at least, probably tomorrow too...maybe even the next day...At least on Friday I'll be entering. Which probably also sucks. I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing. Right now I'm on lunch, and half asleep. The Pepsi I got from the nearly broken machine isn't helping keep me awake. I should have brought some of the fudge that I bought in Banff with Rob on the weekend...the sugar in that would give me a short lived high, that's for sure.
Can I take a moment to discuss how much people in general annoy me? There have been signs up for about two weeks now, talking all about inventory, and how it will start on Monday, and if your name is on the list then report to these people on Monday morning for your stations, etc. Today when I first started counting, I don't know how many people came in and tried to take stuff. Um, asshole, what do you think the four of us with clipboards are doing? Get the fuck out of here, learn to read, and leave me alone. I just know now that we're all on lunch, they're going in there and taking stuff. That wouldn't surprise me at all.
I think I'm still a little tired and cranky from the weekend. Still totally worth it. Have I mentioned how pretty my pearls are? I so wanted to wear them today, but I thought it would look weird, and I'm already the only girl in a huge building full of men, so I don't need to stand out anymore. I'll probably wear them on the weekend, and maybe next week at work a couple of times. I love them. And Rob too, becasue he is the giver of said pearls.
It's about time to go keep counting...someone please save me! Lacey doesn't LIKE to count things :(
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment