So today was inventory, which apparently the store only does once a year. Which: I'm glad it's only once a year, it's a huge pain. They have in all these people to scan things to count everything, but since they make mistakes they have us count a lot of it too. We worked from 6 p.m. to 3 a.m. Which... I'm kind of a nightowl, it wouldn't have bothered me that much--if I was still on the schedule I had before I got the job. But now I have become a daylight person, so it did get tiring by the end. But then, of course, I got home and was too wired to sleep, which is why I'm blogging right now.

One nice thing--they got us free pizza and all this pop and candy. And, parts of it weren't that bad. At one point, all a coworker and I were really doing were getting numbers for things that wouldn't scan for the people they bring in, and we had a lot of down time and basically spent it all talking. And we were in that weird mode you get in when you're kind of tired and have had too much sugar/caffiene and everything's just hilarious. And we WERE full of sugar. Our nametags are in these plastic pockets, and frequently we'll carry pieces of paper with things we need to remember and/or pens around in them, and we had the bright idea of carrying around like, a boatload of skittles in them. I particularly had too many, I got to the point where I couldn't eat any more, which, in my case, only happens when I've had, well, at least 3/4 of a jumbo pack, apparently.

I also mentioned my colitis to this coworker and one of the managers, which makes me relieved. I didn't want to say it right before or after I got the job, because who wants to hire someone that's going to spend half their time at work pooping or sick? But I didn't want to like, keep it a secret, in case I ever get really sick, I don't want to have to spring it on someone out of nowhere and have them be like, "Yeah, sure, colitis. How come you never mentioned this before?" Anyway, the coworker and the manager were talking about the manager's wife, and apparently she's a secretary for some digestive specialist, and I asked who, and it didn't happen to be mine, but I said that's why I asked, and of course they asked why I had one, and it was a nice way to get it out there.

Really, I've been doing phenominally good lately. I think maybe it has something to do with physical activity, because my time at WEEK, I also did extremely good. And when I think back on it, whenever I had school break and would do nothing for 3 months I'd get worse a lot of times. So I can only hope my streak continues.

Also, when I was counting the foriegn language reference books, I saw one called "how to make out in chinese." I think that sounds like a great book. I'd think make-out would be an international language, though, so who knows.