Survived once again, the annual first Saturday in April work audit of our frozen inventory yesterday. Though barely surviving it seemed at times. That's speaking physically. I'm handling the cold of the freezers less and less easily. I "feel" the chill deep inside hours after we've all departed to enjoy the remainder of our Saturdays. My feet feel like bones might fracture with each carefully and reluctantly taken step.
The auditors over the years have always been these fresh faced and eager twenty-somethings, just out of college it appears. New faces every year. Yesterdays was carrying around a thousand key calculator. It amazes me that someone working for a accounting firm struggles with basic math .... adding, multiplying and subtracting. I was coming up with totals faster in my head than she could punch in her numbers. I'd announce a count total of 237 totes and then have to wait 15-30 freezing seconds for her calculator to catch up agree with me.
But the thing is, she should have been able to do it all in her head.
Dealing with numbers is supposed to be their thing right?
Maybe it's just that after ten years of walking through freezers (and warehouses), shaking, quivering and shivering, counting infinite rows of toted (and canned) food products in various configurations stacked to the ceiling (and beyond) .... and in order to get back to warmer surroundings quicker, my body has memorized several post-grade school multiplication tables that most people wouldn't be bothered with.
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