Box/Bar/Bitching
It's just after eleven. U2 is on the speakers, the Puchuu hat gracing my head, and Mel has the "Fruity Oaty Bar" song from
Serenity stuck in her head.
Mel: >.< "Damn you, Fruity Oaty Bars!"
Other than that, there's not a whole lot of anything else to report on. Kevin & I now have 30 pages of the Confic cranked out...with possible trimmings already primed for the live reading edition, but they'll be kept in for the eventually-to-be-released-on-website edition. And my arms are starting to look ridiculously muscluar thanks to all the damned boxes of winterwear I've had to prep and send out.
Now I should state that I am as elated as anyone to finally be rid of all those mitts and toques and scarves...though ironically, it's been snowing all day. However, Head Office's now infamous and oft-lamented use of miscommunication (read: "Communiwhat? Isn't that a sports drink?") has required me to step up the shipping schedule a little. To put it simply, extra details required for properly itemizing and shipping everything out was given to me on Monday. As in the day we were supposed to start shipping things out.
This has proven to be as much a wrenching as a monkey can possibly get away with before getting dealt grievous physical injury. I lament the fact that Head Office did not have the presence of mind to tell this first-time manager (for this time of year, I mean) about these extra details perhaps a month ago, when everyone in the store, myself included, were running very shy on things to keep ourselves busy.
Instead, I've spent the last two days repackaging, counting, itemizing, prepping and packaging no less than 14 boxes of winterwear a day. If you'd like to scoff at that, feel free, but I ask you do keep this in mind: most of these boxes are 3 1/2-foot tall boxes meant to hold full sets of luggage, and I'm averaging roughly 80-100 individual items per box.
And if I'm lucky, I'll finish the last of it tomorrow. If I'm unlucky, it'll be done by Thursday. And if I'm really unlucky, the investigators will be able to tie me to the fact that my store and all the damned winterwear in it mysteriously burned to the ground. On the plus side, my biceps are looking pretty big and shapely right about now. On the not-so-plus side, that kind of makes the rest of my skinny stringbean body look slightly disproportionate. Oh well...the Puchuu hat makes it all better.
Today's Lesson: you can sometimes be surprised who you randomly run into in a grocery store when you're not looking. (Hope you found that calendar, Noel!)
posted by Phillip at 7:51 PM
