When I talked to a friend of mine about Inventory this morning, he said, “Well call me if you decide to go all Maxwell’s Silver Hammer on someone…”
The Boss stayed at the office while we all went to lunch together at noon. That was nice because we would never voluntarily lunch with anyone else and would never voluntarily socialize with each other outside of work. We walked to a submarine sandwich restaurant in the next block up from work. I thought TAC should drive us there, but my idea was shot down.
While we were eating, KIA looked out the window and said, “Hey, there’s my neighbor. He’s driving a backhoe down the street. This morning he pulled up next to me at a red light while I was on my bike and said, ‘I like your taillights’.”
CK asked, “Was that a euphemism?” The table erupted with laughter.
Even SBC joined in by asking, “How do you know he’s a backhoe man? Maybe he’s a front loader.” Bwa-hahaha!
We trudged back to the office and worked our taillights off, counting stuff that had been mislabeled, looking for stuff that was lost or didn’t exist, digging things that were supposed to have been “written off” out of a box of crap, finding expired ink cartridges for printers that haven’t been made for at least seven years, and so on. SBC mentioned Sofa King, our old boss, and I almost stabbed him in the eye with a Sharpie.
Our director called to tell me about a customer who had phoned in a panic to say they were out of printer paper and it was an emergency. He said that the woman who works the front desk at the warehouse told the customer, “Well, you should have thought about getting that paper before we closed for inventory.” Gasp!
Tomorrow, I go in at 10 and stay until at least 2. I already know I’ll be there later, because The Boss is on his roll about having me take over all this next year. I need to find a countdown thingy for the blog…