Magazine woes

Alright, are you totally tired of me complaining about magazines yet?  Well, if you are, just click on out of here.  Otherwise, here comes more.

Last week, one of the co-managers told me that they would be moving my magazines Tuesday night, late though, so I might want to come in on Wednesday morning so that I could put them back into order, because let's face it, no else cares if the magazines have any order whatsoever, except me.  So Tuesday night, I get a call from a good friend of mine who asks me if I want to go picking raspberries in the morning and through lots of back and forth, we decided that I can go to work super early, then hopefully be done in time to go picking.  Consequently, I get up at 5:00 to go to work.  Not fun.  I am not an early bird type of gal.  Well, I get there and I see that I have new fixtures but guess what, no magazines moved.  What!?  What is going on here?  As well as that, I see that I'm missing a few of the shelves, so I'm not sure what I'm suppose to do.  Anyway, long story short, I find someone who has to find someone, who has to wait for someone else, who then has to check his list, who then tells me that my shelves are on back order, no one moves magazines but me, I'll have to use some of the old magazine shelves, and so on.  Fine.  I start to move magazines, and yes, 4 hours later, I finally finish moving all the magazines.  Ugh.  But!  They are in their new home and I shouldn't have to do this again (well, except the part where I have to put my new shelves up, but that shouldn't be to troublesome)(famous last words). 

And that is my tale of woe, and why I'm so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open, but tomorrow, I will tell you all about When Tess and I went to the pool for Mother's Celebration Day (a holiday Tess made up).   Oh my, what fun!

Goodnight!

Comments

[Neighbor Jane Payne]

Susan, you have my sympathies. I detested the computer resets at WalMart. Detested them. It was a black hole. My sympathies.

[melanie]

Every time I see the magazines I think of you. I think, poor Susan, she has to deal with this ALL the time! So next time you're UGH-ing about it, know I felt some sympathy for you.

Yum, raspberries! Did you get them? Where at, can anyone pick? I love raspberries this time of year.

Hope the pool didn't disappoint. But it very well could have, ha!