Stupid opening shifts. Stupid me, not going to bed till 12 or 1, and then getting up at 6. Last night, I considered going to bed at 8, but decided to force myself to stay up till 11. I woke up at 11, and feel much better about just about everything.

Sleep is important. I always think I'm fine, because I'm still vertical. The reason I'm miserable and I hate everything is because it all sucks.

Then, I finally get a decent night's sleep, and I awake to a world of rainbows. The sun is shining, the birds are singing. Well, ok, not so much. It's November. But if there were birds, they would be singing like anything. Yaay, sleep!

Tonight I work a closing shift. The Weds close is the suckiest of all closes. It's the end of the week, so instead of just counting the "hot items" (meats, sauces, pizza crusts) I have to count dressing packets, spices, cases of soda flavor, every single food item in the building. There's a lot of stuff kept in the freezer. It's very cold there. Then, the computer goes over everything that was sold over the past week, and tells me I'm wrong.

I'm exaggerating. The first week I did it, it was all bad. The computer and I disagreed on numerous key points. There is no persuading the computer to reconsider. All you can do is go back inside the freezer, recount everything, get the same result, e-mail it to Area Supervisor, and await his sarcastic response. ("Where is my marinara sauce?" "Ana seems to be having problems counting. WHY?" "You grew lasagna? Tell me how this is possible!")

Last week, my bottom line total was 28 cents. A 0.0% variance. That's not completely accurate, of course. I was missing $5 of some things, grew $6 of some others. But I like to imagine AS's facial expression when he saw it. I can count just fine, asshole.

So, I'm hoping tonight I can do it again. The restaurant will be closed tomorrow, so in theory, a lot of stuff might have to be thrown away. I'm not sure if that will negatively affect this week or next week.

Overall, I really can't complain. The Weds close is the only salaried manager duty I have. The other RM does the schedules. I'd much rather deal with the once-a-week suckage of Weds than the constant unrelenting pain that is scheduling. Also, an AM does the biweekly truck order, and Mr. J does budgets and hirings. These were all things that ended up at least partially on my plate in Madison.

I'm scamming these simple J-villians blind! And they're paying me a lot of money to do so! Hee.

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