Dream plus inventory
I had an interesting dream yesterday. Each day I would go to some sort of carnival. Each day, Dist would be floating in the air in his chair while holding Jay. And each time, Jade would come out and either shoot him with a gun, or just hurl his spear at him. Dist would drop Jay each time. The last day that occurred in the dream, it was really windy, and it looked like it was about to storm really bad. I waited for Jade to come out and shoot Dist again, but I suppose the weather stopped him. And then I woke up.
Today is inventory day. I actually had no idea until I walked into the store last night. So the workers had been scrambling to get ready, to make sure the shelves looked perfect. At the front end, we had scores of returns to sort. We clean up every night, so why is it that when something big happens, we end up with a bigger mess than usual? Of course I'm wondering where all of that stuff came from. But at least we didn't have to put it all up. For once, they actually had the stockers come and pick up the carts after they had been sorted.
Then the inventory crew started coming in this morning. So there was a rush at the register as they bought energy drinks and other little snacks to keep them alive. Naturally, they don't like doing inventory any more than we do. One girl tells me, "You go through this torture once a year, but we go through it every day." So I say, "Well, there must be something that makes the job worthwhile." She says, "No, not really..." Of course I wondered why she does that job then...but then again, a job is a job, no matter how painful it is. One needs to cling to whatever job they have in times like these.
Today is inventory day. I actually had no idea until I walked into the store last night. So the workers had been scrambling to get ready, to make sure the shelves looked perfect. At the front end, we had scores of returns to sort. We clean up every night, so why is it that when something big happens, we end up with a bigger mess than usual? Of course I'm wondering where all of that stuff came from. But at least we didn't have to put it all up. For once, they actually had the stockers come and pick up the carts after they had been sorted.
Then the inventory crew started coming in this morning. So there was a rush at the register as they bought energy drinks and other little snacks to keep them alive. Naturally, they don't like doing inventory any more than we do. One girl tells me, "You go through this torture once a year, but we go through it every day." So I say, "Well, there must be something that makes the job worthwhile." She says, "No, not really..." Of course I wondered why she does that job then...but then again, a job is a job, no matter how painful it is. One needs to cling to whatever job they have in times like these.