The Paradox that is 53 Days and Inventory

The 30th of June is D-Day at work. The ever looming fiscal year-end is quickly approaching meaning one thing to me...inventory. That's right, the dreaded physical count of everything...EVERYTHING, no one is safe people, hide the women and children because our accountability to the federal government is about to go on display in large bright spotlights for the world to see.

My world is particularily affected currently, because of another event soon to come to pass in my personal life. 53 days to "I do" people, and if you're quick on your feet you realize that there is 57 days to inventory...this is the paradox...flowers, jones soda, beach blankets, dresses, brdesmaid and groomsmen gifts, 3 receptions people, count them 3, location wedding we've never been there before, addressing invitations VS. cashiers, cycle counts, appropriated tasks and sections, scheduling, Boss Lady K, I WONT BE THERE FOR IT, deconstructing displays, competency must be at an all time high and the list goes on and on...you could say that I'm under some pressure...meanwhile my love is finishing school, final papers, tests, thousands of pages to read, you name it...Kristen helped me stuff some invitations, she's the best.

53 days and inventory...the onslaught of craziness is dizzying, my life is not my own...Jesus help! Okay, that's it, fun times kids, fun times.

This is also my official shout out to Kristen...she is going to be pioneering the whole inventory thing. Kristen, you're the best boss/friend/housemate ever...I'll see you at Alias as well as most likely in the next few minutes. You rock and roll.