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Semi-annual inventory today at the smoke shop (i.e., twice a year we count every damn thing in the store), and I am surprisingly un-brainfried, all things considered.
This is mostly because I did not have to count anything. I was scheduled 12-9pm (standard closing shift), and when I got in, I was told to count in reg 1 and stay out front and mind the counter while everyone else punched out and/or finished up the last inventory sheets. So I did. Of course, then we had to check in and put up the whole weekly magazine shipment (eight totes, today), and in the evening I had to check in and put up four totes of books (including forty-eight copies of Janet Evanovich's Fearless Fourteen mass market paperback edition, which, seriously, WTF? We never sell more than about ten copies of anything, and Evanovich doesn't do particularly well for us, so I promptly sent thirty-six copies back with the returns), and we kind of scrambled to get the daily list finished after neglecting it all morning... but ET was around until 5pm and BW until 6pm, so it all worked out.
Except for the cappuccino machine, which inexplicably broke between when I closed Sunday night and when PM opened Monday morning. It will not stop leaking. PM and BW attempted to drain the tank (we cannot just shut off the water, since that would also shut off water to the coffee maker, which would be a BAD THING) but that only worked temporarily, so I jerry-rigged a thing with a pitcher and a shim and a bucket on the floor and some paper towels, and I'm crossing my fingers and hoping to god it doesn't overflow too badly and soak the counter and carpet and drive poor AO to despair when she opens tomorrow. But I do not have high expectations. :-(
In more cheerful news, I did not have to pay for a single thing I ate today. We always get a cold drink on the house on inventory day, so that covered my Coke, plus PM bought takeout pizza and wings, which neatly covered both my lunch and (when I brought home the leftovers) my dinner. I feel kind of guilty for making off with the food, but both ET and BW had the chance to claim some or all of the leftovers and neglected to do so, and if I hadn't taken them they would just have gone inedible overnight, so... waste not, want not, I guess! (The wings were oddly mild and bland -- more like plain old fried chicken than actual hot wings. But, you know, fried chicken is pretty good to start with, so I can live without spice. *grin*)
This is mostly because I did not have to count anything. I was scheduled 12-9pm (standard closing shift), and when I got in, I was told to count in reg 1 and stay out front and mind the counter while everyone else punched out and/or finished up the last inventory sheets. So I did. Of course, then we had to check in and put up the whole weekly magazine shipment (eight totes, today), and in the evening I had to check in and put up four totes of books (including forty-eight copies of Janet Evanovich's Fearless Fourteen mass market paperback edition, which, seriously, WTF? We never sell more than about ten copies of anything, and Evanovich doesn't do particularly well for us, so I promptly sent thirty-six copies back with the returns), and we kind of scrambled to get the daily list finished after neglecting it all morning... but ET was around until 5pm and BW until 6pm, so it all worked out.
Except for the cappuccino machine, which inexplicably broke between when I closed Sunday night and when PM opened Monday morning. It will not stop leaking. PM and BW attempted to drain the tank (we cannot just shut off the water, since that would also shut off water to the coffee maker, which would be a BAD THING) but that only worked temporarily, so I jerry-rigged a thing with a pitcher and a shim and a bucket on the floor and some paper towels, and I'm crossing my fingers and hoping to god it doesn't overflow too badly and soak the counter and carpet and drive poor AO to despair when she opens tomorrow. But I do not have high expectations. :-(
In more cheerful news, I did not have to pay for a single thing I ate today. We always get a cold drink on the house on inventory day, so that covered my Coke, plus PM bought takeout pizza and wings, which neatly covered both my lunch and (when I brought home the leftovers) my dinner. I feel kind of guilty for making off with the food, but both ET and BW had the chance to claim some or all of the leftovers and neglected to do so, and if I hadn't taken them they would just have gone inedible overnight, so... waste not, want not, I guess! (The wings were oddly mild and bland -- more like plain old fried chicken than actual hot wings. But, you know, fried chicken is pretty good to start with, so I can live without spice. *grin*)
