28 April 2003 - 9:19 p.m.
For those unaware, I work in a major book/music/coffee bar chain, which I shall not name for reasons of deniaibility. Currently, I work in the coffee bar section. I know, you're asking "But Dr. Smith, why would you do that? You hate food service". Damn skippy I do. But I like money. Clarification: I NEED money. Otherwise I wouldn't give a rat's. But as it stands, I'm training to supervise (like manage, but not as much) said tiny coffee bar, so I also have to actually work there. Any, to my point: today was inventory, and we had to count everything. EVERYTHING. Par example:
Drinks - Snapples, Stewart's, bottles water. Only a couple hundred, no big. But then:
Tea - Each bag. Topping a thousand. Up shot: for a brief time everything smelled like tea (rather than smelling like coffee, which is the normal situation). This wouldn't have been bad, save that I had to do it wearing rubber gloves. I dislike them.
Candy - By box, thank God.
Ketchup Packets - We don't use these. We may have at one point, but currently we're just trying to use them up. Unfortunately, since we don't use them, this is taking a while. Over 400 left. Being used at a rate of about three per week (by B., the music supervisor) these should last... longer than I care to think about.
Luckily, the current supervisor ('til I take over and she leaves, never looking back) was also counting, and presumable she got to cover the sugar packets, which I was not looking forward to.
And truly, this must be the single most boring thing I have ever written about.
On the upside, I'm speaking with the Man-Ape on IM right now, which I have not done in some time. I'll tell him you said "hi".
He says, quote, " something entertaining." He is a literal bastard. Oh, he just said something else... But I'm not going to repeat it, as there may be ladies reading (though I find it unlikely).
Back, to the caverns of history - Onward, to glory!
