But it's currently 2:46 am (since I'm disregarding DST for the time being) and I just got back from eight hours of counting crap.
AND I have to be back at the store at 10 am tomorrow.
So I get about six and a half hours of sleep. Where I survive on about eight, and thrive on ten.
Even though we have a few more people than last time show up for inventory, it still took us a while to get the first batch of counting, because there were some people who have never done an inventory.
When we WERE done the first count, I wanted to leave so I could get some much needed sleep.
Jeff asked me if I could stay a bit longer. I said I'd rather catch my bus.
He said my last bus would leave at two in the morning, so could I stay an hour later?
I grudgingly agreed. Because I was tired and am too stupid to realize that the bus stops running from Kingsway to Southgate at 12:45. But goes North for another hour.
In fact, D! and I were burned by this last week. But, I was tired and stupid.
When I looked up the bus schedule, I just yelled, "FUCK!"
Nothing I could do other than wait for Jeff to give me a ride home. So I put on my headphones and started looking for wrong counts. (Thank God for Andre 3000's The Love Below)
Jeff saw that I was all quiet and counting. He told Martin, "Hey, he looks like he's doing all right. He's still counting, and he doesn't look mad."
Martin said, "Don't approach him. He learned that he missed his bus by staying late. He's pretty pissed."
What can I say? Even though I was pissed, it was better to listen to Outkast and just do work. Sulking and complaining wouldn't have done anything.
But, time for bed. So I can actually function tomorrow.
And, Dev, if you read this, I might be a bit late for Kow today. 6 pm is kind of hard to make when I work until 5:30.