Inventory-y-y-y!!

Just a quick update for now: I'm getting ready to go to work in a little while, since today is Inventory Day. I'm just hoping they don't put me in the frozen food aisle like they did last year; if they do, they're just asking for a repeat of the fiasco that happened. Good thing that happened at *this* store, and not the other one I worked in, the one with the Agent Smith clone for a store manager.

Hm, there's an idea for a "Matrix" fanfic: a grocery clerk becomes aware of the reality behind the world, and the nastier managers turn into Agents and go after the clerk who's found the truth. I've often wondered if the Wachowski Brothers worked at a grocery store in the course of their lives: grocery stores are very Matrix-like places. They look really nice and ordinary, but behind the scenes it's messy and there's dangerous machines you have to contend with.

I got the "easy" aisle!

So, I got to work and had to help push stuff back in the spaghetti/sauce/noodle aisle for an hour before we all got called into the Back Room to be debriefed on the night's work and get assigned to our aisles. ...And as "Jake Castellone" and Mr. Dick were calling out the aisles and who was counting in them, I'm waiting to get my name called... and it's getting into the higher and higher numbers, which means it's getting closer and closer to the Frozen Food Aisle... But then they come to the last aisle on the list, the Bread Aisle: and my name got called. Now *that* was an easy aisle, since it covers only one wall, and it was pretty well stripped from people shopping earlier... but then we had to start the inventory before the store closed, so we had to count the stuff around people shopping... We finished that aisle pretty quickly, so then we went on to count the pita bread near the deli; and since I was the tall one in the group, I had to count the cans/bottles of olive oil on top of the specialty cheese case. But we were out of there before nine p.m. No horrors. No things-falling-on-my-head-and-braining-me. No getting frozen stiff as a board. In fact, it went as smoothly as last year went badly.