one, two, three...a million!

Tonight was the dreaded annual inventory - the day where we count everything in the big blue box.Yes, it really is as boring as it sounds.

It makes me think back to when I was younger and would make up silly little games like counting contests with my sister. We'd count "one, two, three...a million!" only it dounded more like "onetwothreeabillion!" because we thought it was a race to see who could count the fastest. Stupid children. Of course, our counts were never accurate, because really, at six, what do you have a billion of? On the same token, at 24, what do you have a billion of? If only the answer was 'dollar bills' I would be one happy man.

Anyway, back to the counts. I was assigned to blinds and cushions, so before inventory started, i spent a few hours preparing my area - making sure stray products were returned to their homes and everything was in place. I even went as far as to colour code the bins full of throw cushions, since each colour has a separate code and needed to be counted separately. When we finally got to the counting part of the evening, I realized that I would be doing cushions and kitchen & dining textiles. Crap! All that colour coding for nothing! Well, whatever helps my fellow counters...

So, for the actual counting, the process is this: each counter gets paired up with someone from the temp agency. the temp's responsibility is to record all the counts, but not participate in the counting. Well, lucky me! My temp loved counting, and would re-count everything taht I had just counted, like he didn't believe me or something. I wanted to shake him by the shoulders and tell him to stop, but I had to be polite. Why? The usual sarcastic me would have made some cutting offhand comment or spoken tersely to him, but unfortunately, by luck of the draw, my temp turned out to be a friend of my dad's. *sigh* Mind you, I barely know the guy, but how do you be mean to someone like that?

Anyway, thankfully the worst is over. Now I have less than four hours of sleep before I have to wake up and drive back in to the office. I really should have just camped out overnight in my office. While Mo and I had initially planned to do so (as evidenced by her purse full of CDs to keep up entertained throughout the wee hours of the morning), our senses kicked in and we decided to head to our respective homes and attempt to get some sleep instead.

A wise move indeed. Although I really should be in bed rather than in front of my computer writing this blog entry.