I've been absent lately.
Not just absent from my blogging endeavors, but pretty much from everything in life.
I ended last week with a backache that would stop a hooker from having sex and it slowly went away and then Tuesday struck.
Twice a year I have to endure going through inventory at work and I think I look forward to it less and less each time.
Back when I started working for the company I didn't mind it even though most dreaded it. Inventory was a process that started on Sunday and ended Friday. You generally finished with between 50-60 hours during that time span (one of the very few times the company would ever consider giving OT) and afterwards I went out drinking with everyone else who was on the inventory crew. It was truly a bonding experience. You all suffered together and thus you partied together after the fact.
Over time things changed. The company changed, started carrying less inventory which also cut back on the amount of hours that people worked. It turned into a Monday-Friday gig with 40 hours max.
Then I moved to Las Vegas where people apparently have no love for one another.
To put things in perspective, my last inventory in Pennsylvania the entire crew of 18 people went out to a local bar afterwards (including the manager who ran the show) and drank heavily, played pool and ate wings from 3pm till the bar closed at 2 am.
My first inventory after coming to Las Vegas I had to beg every single person and act as a cheerleader to get 4 people to join me for a few drinks and they all ducked out early anyways.
So, needless to say I've been quite disappointed in that whole regards. This has helped to make me hate inventory. Not only is the process long and boring but I now get zero overtime hours and I don't even have a large crew to go out drinking with afterwards.
And to the final straw that broke my camel's sack.
With stores carrying less on hand inventory everything has been streamlined.
Now we work Tuesday - Thursday putting in 10 hours per day and when inventory is over they tell us to finish our shift before we go home. Find something to do.
Then we still have to come back on Friday to get all of our hours in for the week.
So, I slave my ass away counting and fixing errors that have been made over the last 6 months. I receive no overtime. I don't get to have a big group orgy to end the week and I still have to go back to work the next day without a day of rest.
Fuck man, I quit.
Life just isn't fun any more.