Write a four line poem about: recruits.
There was a crew of 14 of us doing inventory at the shop today. Working from 3 until 10 we managed to get a little over 70% of the store inventoried, which means we get to start at 8 tomorrow morning instead of 7. They open for business at noon and it's fully expected we'll be done before then.
It was generally all right. I had a few frustrating sections I had to inventory (belts are my new nemesis now), otherwise it was just keeping at it. With fairly regular breaks to ask questions or get help with things that weren't scanning properly. Time passed surprisingly quickly.
My feet are killing me though. I guess that'll happen after standing that long in the boots I was wearing. Definitely bringing my running shoes tomorrow.
They're a ragtag crew,
A mix of old and new;
They'll get the job done
(Mostly right, too - what fun!)