A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Friday, July 22, 2005
 
Urgh

Last week, it was all about the sidewalk sale that left us scrambling around, trying to get stock done, customers rung in, and helping the store look at least mildly presentable. And in the midst of that, me disappearing every other day for one work-related reason or another (ie, meetings), only to return to discover that the store looked less than presentable.

This week...it's a mini inventory count. All wallets, all the time. While the plus side is that most of the count has already been completed, leaving me the optimisim that I won't have to spend 4 hours in the store after Saturday close. (Which, might I add, would be spent alternating between counting and just plain losing my mind. Did that last year, wasn't all it was hyped up to be.)

Even still, I'll be thrilled when this week is over. I like being able to stand back at work and unwind just a little bit, as opposed to running around maniacally non-stop for seven hours.

In literary news, I rather enjoyed "Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince" (despite going in knowing who was going to die and by whose hand...thank you Internet trolls). On the other hand, "The DaVinci Code" is shaping up to be a good idea wrapped in a really choppy narration where apparently everyone just conveniently knows all these obscure little details relating to the code.

And that's all for today...or this week...it's time to return to the store and (shock! gasp!) count more wallets!

Today's Lesson: starting a task early means not needing to panic closer to the due date. (It also means not spending 4 freaking hours in the store after-hours, counting the maddening multitudes of wallet I'll eventually want to strangle with my bare hands.)