Just call me Amelia Bedelia….
My stupidity is becoming more and more apparent to me.
So after only getting 3 hours sleep(cuz I worked till 3:30am) I had to wake up (6:30am) and go to work (8:00am) to count inventory….
Now I’ve never had to count inventory before. I figured it couldn’t be that hard. When I asked how long it would take, the boss said, “3 hours.” I thought perfect! My plan was to go in at 8am, be done at 11am, drop off all the hotel marketing ads on my way out to ride the motorbike at 3pm. I figured I’d arrive at 2pm and take a little nap. I was pumped, I stopped at Starbucks, grabbed a Toffee Nut Milk Steamer, with whipping cream, caramel drizzle, cinnamon and chocolate shake, shake. My fave. I also grabbed a Tazo Chi Latte cuz I needed the energy today to be able to stay awake….. I don’t normally drink any caffeine so the stuff jolts me immediately and I feel it pumping through my veins.
Now the only instructions the boss told me was to “Count Everything! Down to the pens and pencils.”
*sigh*
Well, I took that literally.
So I spent the first 2 hours in the kitchen counting “everything.” I counted the dish rags, the buckets, the mops, the ice scoops, the carbon dioxide tanks…. well… “everything.” I was debating on whether or not to count the tacs and decided not to because I’d group that along with the office supplies.
This is taking forever and I just don’t understand how or why I should count all this stupid stuff. I have so much energy pumping through my body and I hate having to stay still for so long and count things. I’m beginning to loath the whole inventory thing…. 3 hours my a$$ I though.
The boss comes in and looks at me.
“Hi! Is this the sexy, crazy girl today or the I’m going to eat you alive girl today?”
I just look at him and force a smile.
“What’s the matter?” He asks.
“Can I ask you something? Do I have to count all the tacks? This is a lot of counting and I don’t see how you expect me to get this entire place done in 3 hours? I still have so much to do and I’m only in the kitchen!”
“The tacks? Why would you count the tacks?”
“Well, you said everything.” I whined. “So I counted everything. See?”
I showed him my list.
He looked at me and just stared for the longest time.
“What?”
“Are you ADD?” He asked.
“Huh? I dunno.” Now my mind switches gears wondering what the heck he’s talking about.
“I think you’re ADD. I didn’t tell you to count “everything” I told you to count the inventory. Inventory is the stuff we sell. We don’t sell all these things you’ve counted.”
*%$#@*. I cursed at myself, pissed off at my stupidity and at the waste of time. I really wanted to get out of here today. So I spend the rest of the day counting lids, cups, candy, pop, etc.
Later in the afternoon, the boss calls me on the cell phone and tells me some joke.
“Ya, I don’t get it. Sorry. I’m sure it will be funny a few minutes from now when I get it.” He tries to explain it to me, but it still goes over my head. “I ruined your joke and I turned into the joke cuz of my stupidity. Sorry. I’m sure it’s funny though.”
I then go tell the other manager that I just love and adore, she’s so funny and always makes me laugh. I told her what the boss just said.
She looks at me and says, “Ya, I dumb down jokes for you so you’ll get them. When you don’t get the jokes, I love it, cuz then it’s just funny for me to watch you try to figure it out.” She grins and I laugh cuz she always says things in such a way they are down right hilarious.
*sigh* I’m starting to get worried. I think I’m getting Alzheimer’s.
So I end up spending 13 hours doing inventory, only focusing on the proper list and counting everything, then putting everything into a spread sheet. Oh nightmare. I didn’t get home until 9:00pm. Didn’t get to do anything I really wanted today…
Now for some reason, it is 1:30am and I can’t sleep. I think that stupid Chi is still pumping through my veins. I still feel the effects through my body. Geez.