No Inventory

Yesterday my arms were aching. It had actually started on Wednesday, with my right arm. But yesterday my right arm was aching still so I tried to use my left arm more and then they both started hurting. So that made work a tad difficult.

Bonnie said everything looks good, that she never worries when she's on vacation because she knows she's got me. She said, again, that in her 20-some years of being ICM she's never had a better backup and if I ever need a reference for anything to put down her name.

Also, Inventory was canceled!!! Because our last one, the February 1st one came back so incredibly good that they decided we didn't need another one in May. From what I overheard they're going to try to keep Inventory going in the February/March time area and they were going to try to get 168 in on that too. Too late now, kinda wish they'd done that a few years ago. Having Inventory in February or March every year would be great, except for when Easter falls in March. We had an Inventory once a few days after Easter and it was hell, that was my first one, the one I keep talking about that took 13 1/2 hours to count.

I had to watch some video for dairy excellence. The guy who does them keeps getting worse and worse. He was spoofing movies in this one. There wasn't even any substance to this one. It just explained that you put the Date Change signs in the milk crates that are the first of the new date. *gasp* I could have never figured that out on my own. And then there was a recap of things we "learned" before. Basics like how to rotate, which if that was something I didn't know I wouldn't have this job. It also explained our fresh promise stupidity. You know, the "Hey, if this milk doesn't sell within the first two days it enters the store let's mark it down to half price and then if it doesn't sell after one more day we'll donate it to the foodbank cause we love losing sales and profit" thing. I figure I know how to run my dairy, I generally have good dates. If we get a visit I can fix anything I need to beforehand. Harold is the cause of this. I still don't know what his purpose is. I guess he's the grocery coordinator? He must be new cause he came twirling in spewing the utmost in manager fantasy-land rules. So, you gonna add an extra 40 hours to dairy to cover all this stupid stuff you want me to waste my time doing that has no bearing on anything? I mean, maybe I really am just one of the better dairy managers in the company (*voice in the back of my head goes* "Stop being modest, you won Best Dairy Manager in the Company a year ago, District Managers occasionally show surprise at my work saying it's the best they've seen, even Bret said I'm the best dairy manager he's had. And don't forget that email Bonnie got about me that said I keep the best control of my shrink that they've ever seen." *to which I respond* "No, I'm actually kinda bad at what I do, they're just being polite. I believe I'm constantly on the verge of being in trouble."). Maybe others need that kind of guidance, and those rules. But sometimes it just seems like it's a big challenge. See how many of these rules you can break while putting on the appearance that you're keeping up with them. And then they keep adding them periodically. See which manager drops the stack of rules first. Doesn't matter, I'm leaving. I'll throw my stack to Dustin and watch him fumble.

At one point I was filling yogurt, on my knees filling the bottom shelf, and this woman reaches down next to me, which makes me jump, but I ignore it cause I thought she was going away. Then one of her kids comes up and stands between her and me and this means he's leaning on my shoulder. (maybe 4-years-old?) If that had been my kid I would have apologized to me. This woman didn't even acknowledge my existence with a glance. Not even when I hastily stood up and practically ran away, thing of yogurt still in hand that I set down on my wheeler rather noisily. And older child (13 or 14?) saw this but completely ignored it and didn't tell her mom or anything. Just blundered over and helped them block off nearly the entire yoplait section for a while.

Then later these two woman decided to use my wheeler of yogurt as a fence to talk over and I had to stand to the side and wait and wait and wait for them to finish their conversation and they knew I was there cause one of them glanced at me once or twice. I didn't really want to be rude cause apparently one of them had someone close to them die or something and that was the base of their conversation, and I couldn't think of any non-rude way to make them move so I could get back to work.

We are a grocery store. We carry soda. There are only 17 aisles. In order to find the soda might I suggest process of elimination? Works every time.

I got most the freight from Wednesday worked. But not all. I ended up staying over by 40 minutes.

When I got home I kept complaining about my arms and my left one had started to really, really bother me. Victor the back of my shoulder and turns out some cord or other had gotten moved again and caught on something. So he had to rub it and shove my shoulder back into place. It didn't hurt as much this time. Maybe the more times you do it the less it hurts. Which is bad, in a way, cause it means eventually my shoulder will move in ways it shouldn't. Glad I'm getting out when I am.

So far the scarf is going nicely, it might be getting wider though so I have to tighten up my stitches a little.

Brought home boxes last night. I figure instead of bringing them out in onsies and twosies I'd bring home a whole bunch at once. I brought home five. One smaller one sandwiched between two larger ones with two more large ones capping the other two. No idea what I'll use all that for but now I've got them. I figure I'll pack up my keyboard and Victor's guitar and my music books. And Victor wants to pack his PS2 so we'll pack the games for it as well. I need to get the rest of my sewing stuff gone through and packed. Which means I need to wash the, what, ten buckets I have waiting to be washed.

I finished reading Red Harvest last night. It was ok I guess. One of the characters doesn't seem to have had any purpose or point whatsoever. At least this time the author ended it good. The last one had a poor ending, like he didn't quite know how to end it. This one had a good ending. Overall I'm "meh" about this. It was a fun read, a fairly fast one too, but it's not a must-have. Also, the author seems to have been too caught up in creating as much gore as possible because he had a lightsaber wound bleed at one point.
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Maybe the author has hangups about brothers dying. That seemed to be the only point Rojo had was to die. He was sorta forced into the story and made to seek his sister. Once he found her he promptly died in front of her without accomplishing anything. Kinda like in the last book that boy's brother was bit and died. You could take Rojo out of the story entirely, like, copy the book and leave his sections out, and the overall story would be exactly the same. You wouldn't even feel like you missed anything. Yes, at one point Hestizo picked up her brother's fallen lightsaber but you could say she had picked up Scaberous' lightsaber, or the Sith Sword.
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