Post a useless fact

[Parts]

I used to get inventory where I used to work but it was warehouse inventory the regulars that worked out there were kinda stupid and my boss knew I was good with numbers and somewhat anal about procedure

[DirtDawg]

I hated doing inventory at my first job when I was a teenager. Combined with dealing with people, I swore never to work in retail again.

Hmm...useless fact huh? ^That counts, doesn't it?

Hardly useless, but I think it counts, anyway.
 


Here's the thing. I have been "pegged."   I am noted for being one of the most likely people, anal enough to sort out impossible discrepancies in the counts. There are six of us who have been so pegged and our team job was not counting, but "detailing"  the high dollar items and finding out why the numbers don't match what was expected.


(You DO understand that that is even worse, right? Finding out exactly how and why someone else can't count and fulfilling the enormous expectation of delivering a more definable solution than, "He's a fucking idiot!!"  can be considerably more tedious than the actual counting.)

[Trigger 11]

I hated doing inventory at my first job when I was a teenager. Combined with dealing with people, I swore never to work in retail again.

Hmm...useless fact huh? ^That counts, doesn't it?

Hardly useless, but I think it counts, anyway.
 


Here's the thing. I have been "pegged."   I am noted for being one of the most likely people, anal enough to sort out impossible discrepancies in the counts. There are six of us who have been so pegged and our team job was not counting, but "detailing"  the high dollar items and finding out why the numbers don't match what was expected.


(You DO understand that that is even worse, right? Finding out exactly how and why someone else can't count and fulfilling the enormous expectation of delivering a more definable solution than, "He's a fucking idiot!!"  can be considerably more tedious than the actual counting.)

I was sixteen and working with a bunch of other sixteen-year olds, mostly brainless, and really stupid redneck managers. I'm a math person, an analytical person, and a logical person. I completely understand how it can be dealing with others in such a regard. I would have rather been left alone for a few days in the store to do it all myself than rely on the incompetence of others.

[DirtDawg]

I hated doing inventory at my first job when I was a teenager. Combined with dealing with people, I swore never to work in retail again.

Hmm...useless fact huh? ^That counts, doesn't it?

Hardly useless, but I think it counts, anyway.
 


Here's the thing. I have been "pegged."   I am noted for being one of the most likely people, anal enough to sort out impossible discrepancies in the counts. There are six of us who have been so pegged and our team job was not counting, but "detailing"  the high dollar items and finding out why the numbers don't match what was expected.


(You DO understand that that is even worse, right? Finding out exactly how and why someone else can't count and fulfilling the enormous expectation of delivering a more definable solution than, "He's a fucking idiot!!"  can be considerably more tedious than the actual counting.)

I was sixteen and working with a bunch of other sixteen-year olds, mostly brainless, and really stupid redneck managers. I'm a math person, an analytical person, and a logical person. I completely understand how it can be dealing with others in such a regard. I would have rather been left alone for a few days in the store to do it all myself than rely on the incompetence of others.

... exactly, but it has to be done in twelve hours while the store is closed. It's a big store!!

[Trigger 11]

I hated doing inventory at my first job when I was a teenager. Combined with dealing with people, I swore never to work in retail again.

Hmm...useless fact huh? ^That counts, doesn't it?

Hardly useless, but I think it counts, anyway.
 


Here's the thing. I have been "pegged."   I am noted for being one of the most likely people, anal enough to sort out impossible discrepancies in the counts. There are six of us who have been so pegged and our team job was not counting, but "detailing"  the high dollar items and finding out why the numbers don't match what was expected.


(You DO understand that that is even worse, right? Finding out exactly how and why someone else can't count and fulfilling the enormous expectation of delivering a more definable solution than, "He's a fucking idiot!!"  can be considerably more tedious than the actual counting.)

I was sixteen and working with a bunch of other sixteen-year olds, mostly brainless, and really stupid redneck managers. I'm a math person, an analytical person, and a logical person. I completely understand how it can be dealing with others in such a regard. I would have rather been left alone for a few days in the store to do it all myself than rely on the incompetence of others.

... exactly, but it has to be done in twelve hours while the store is closed. It's a big store!!

You may notice I tend to post what I consider the ideal situation or the scenario if I lived in a Utopia.

[DirtDawg]

I hated doing inventory at my first job when I was a teenager. Combined with dealing with people, I swore never to work in retail again.

Hmm...useless fact huh? ^That counts, doesn't it?

Hardly useless, but I think it counts, anyway.
 


Here's the thing. I have been "pegged."   I am noted for being one of the most likely people, anal enough to sort out impossible discrepancies in the counts. There are six of us who have been so pegged and our team job was not counting, but "detailing"  the high dollar items and finding out why the numbers don't match what was expected.


(You DO understand that that is even worse, right? Finding out exactly how and why someone else can't count and fulfilling the enormous expectation of delivering a more definable solution than, "He's a fucking idiot!!"  can be considerably more tedious than the actual counting.)

I was sixteen and working with a bunch of other sixteen-year olds, mostly brainless, and really stupid redneck managers. I'm a math person, an analytical person, and a logical person. I completely understand how it can be dealing with others in such a regard. I would have rather been left alone for a few days in the store to do it all myself than rely on the incompetence of others.

... exactly, but it has to be done in twelve hours while the store is closed. It's a big store!!

You may notice I tend to post what I consider the ideal situation or the scenario if I lived in a Utopia.

I have, in fact, noticed that.

I often post as if my scars still itched, even though the pain is fairly well and deeply buried - marked so as to be not forgotten, however.



(OK, another biblical reference ... lol)

Hell, if I can show others where the stepping stones are, then it is less likely that I will be the only one who appears to walk on water. I would like it that way.

[Pyraxis]

I don't know that you are. You seem to crave a good carnal fucking like the next guy.

[DirtDawg]

That was meant for someone else, right?


... or have you again confused me with with the the "next guy?"


Carnal fucking has very little to do with the appearance of walking on water, except to other "next guys."

[Pyraxis]

I'm probably confused. Don't mind me.

 

[SleepyDragon]

There are many references to dogs in T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land.

[TheoK]

I have three nutrition supplement tablets on my desk right now.

['andersom']

The package of biscuits I bought today contained 41 cookies.

[RageBeoulve]

I found out that penis in conjunction to the size of your hand thing is true.

[Callaway]

I found out that penis in conjunction to the size of your hand thing is true.

So, what's the formula?

 

After some layoffs at my husband's former company, someone wrote on the grass (apparently in gasoline) in front of the office the words, "John Smith* has tiny hands and a very small penis."

*Name changed to protect the boss' identity.

[RageBeoulve]

Well with pinkie and thumb spread as far as they go. That is erect dick length. Not joking.