Dead Blog Day
(now with 100% less sad girls in snow)
This last week, there's been luggage. Lots of it. There's also been counting of our store's merchandise. Lots of that too. There's been lots of long, arduous hours. There's also been a 4am wake-up call to make sure the last batch of it could be counted before the store opened for 9:30am. And there's been a number of muscles in my back I've recently discovered I had, only because of the way they've been twinging in the wake of hauling around heavy-assed loads of luggage.
I would not want to say I hate store inventory. "Hate" is such a strong and dark word. I would prefer to say: I strongly despise store inventory with an eternal passion. Alternately I could say I actually love store inventory the same way I'd love a colonic irrigation or a fatal case of the Plague.
This entire week has been a blur of late nights, early mornings, exhausting shifts, and vain attempts to recover from all the exhaustion. I could be exaggerating. I probably am, being a writer and all. It still doesn't change the fact that I am tired and am going to bed. To quote Maral: "Beh."
Today's Lesson: the cat will eat the dog's food regardless of how much you try to ensure otherwise.
posted by Phillip at 8:23 PM
