Anarchy, Furniture, and Peas.

Three days into the New Year, and I’m craving my “normal” routines. Dream on, Juli! That won’t happen until February or March-ish. Kiddo’s back in class with so much crap in his backpack, I swear, I don’t know how he doesn’t tip over. Hubby’s schedule is so complex, only the Mayans could figure it out, but that’s “normal” for him. And me? Well, I’m getting ready for dreaded inventory. <Shivers>

Once a year, an outside company comes along and counts all my “babies” at work. Every sofa, mattress, end table, and desk must be properly marked with a ticket that can be scanned. And though it’s all big stuff to count, one screw-up could mean thousands of dollars in “shrink,” lost dollars. No pressure or anything. I’ve got about a month to whip everything back into shape, and clean up after the post holiday craziness. One of my warehouses is ready, not perfect, but it could be inventoried today if I needed to. She wouldn’t be the prettiest girl at the prom, but at least she’s dressed and out of her bathrobe. I need to go through another warehouse today, double check the sales floor, and then maintain everything as the trucks make their deliveries, which happens almost daily. (We had two deliveries yesterday.) Do you hear the circus music? I do! I do! It’s all stuff that needs to be done, regardless. I just wish I could have a second to breathe a little between seasons. After inventory, tax season arrives, then the craziness REALLY begins.

I try not to bring my work home, nor my home to work. It’s better to keep those two worlds separate, but that doesn’t always happen. I try not to mention my work life on my blog, but that doesn’t always happen either. In an “ideal Juli universe,” all the different aspects of who I am and what I do would be in nice, little compartments, everything separate, nothing touching. My life would look a little like one of those plates you give to kids, the ones with the dividers built in so the peas don’t accidentally roll into the mash potatoes. Ah!!!!!!!!!!! Runaway peas! Anarchy on a plate!