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12:20 p.m. ~ 2003-08-23
so long sweet summer i am already dreading today. inventory at work. ever count 378 pairs of socks? this year im counting something in the health and beauty section. *shudder* make sure you dont mix up the tylenol cold with the extra strength. good thing they arent the same color so its easy to see if any are in the wrong section...oh, yes they are. upside: im auditing someone elses work so by the time i come to count it, it should be organized and easy to run through. downside: the person has only worked for the company for 2 weeks, have never done an inventory and quite frequently new people like to quit on inventory and i am stuck counting and auditing myself, counting twice. upside: if everything is properly placed we can leave at a reasonable time and meet up with the rest of our friends at our traditional post inventory hangout. downside: if we finish too early, we will be re-assigned to help audit someone'e else section (i.e. someone who is having trouble because their department is a disaster like the book table) and we wont get out until after midnight. upside: henry owes me and kristen three shots for numerous schoolwork and coworker favors. our last real weekend before school starts again. and honestly, im not even stressing it. kind of looking forward to be going back. these summer days are taking on a monotonous feel. if im not working, the only real socializing im doing is with the people i am already friends with. same bar, same persons house every weekend, change has become so rare. any attempt to bring a new person around and you're pretty much pegged as wanting to get with them if they're male and if they're female, the girls in your group are prone to stick their noses up at them. *last night i wondered if i wasnt already friends with these people, would i be able to come join this group as an outsider? i watched christine roll her eyes at my suggestion to call mary, i heard jeff's sigh when he heard keith was on his way. i dont think so. i think...my friends are snobs* school gives you an excuse. talk about something different than "xyz" all the time. im also kind of anxious to put my mind towards writing something other than the little i do here. remind me that i said this when its mid-semester and i am up to my eyeballs in papers and assignments that are near impossible. i think ive covered all subject areas that were mushed together in my head this morning. going to meet jeff before the fun begins. see if i can get those shots pre-inventory.
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