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Well, we're back from our big trip to Las Vegas, none the worse for the wear. In fact, of the many trips to Las Vegas we have taken, this was the best. I had to go back to work today and not much changed in the four days I was away. They still think my brilliant ideas are, unworkable at best or stupid at the worst. For instance, one of the things that I try to focus on in the store is checking our inventory in my spare time, making sure that what we actually have on the shelf reflects what we are supposed to have. This is kind of important for many reasons, not the least of which is that if we are out of a product and our inventory system doesn't know it, we can go months without restocking that item. The process we use involves writing down inventory discrepancies and giving them to the boss. I try to be very conscientious about noting problems and reporting them. My latest suggestion was for the boss to give me system permission to correct the inventory count in the official system myself, rather than making a list for her to correct, when she has time. I already use a hand-held scanner to scan the products on the shelf and check the physical inventory against what we are supposed to have. I could make an immediate adjustment, using the scanner, if I was trusted to do so. Well, it seems that not just anyone can change the inventory. The bosses have to do it. Of course, when I write down the discrepancies for them to correct, they don't double check me. So, all they are is the key puncher in the system. Think about that. They are trying to maintain control over inputting the data, not the data itself. Of course, the boss doesn't see it that way, because she is married to the current system. Speaking of jobs, not everyone in Las Vegas has landed a cool casino job. Some people have unimaginably terrible jobs, standing out on Las Vegas Blvd., harassing passersby with excellent offers of free drinks, girls for hire, helicopter trips and the biggie, Timeshare opportunities. How low must your self-esteem be to take a job where you hear "NO!" a thousand times a day? I only hear no about five times a day and look at me. Here's a little video tribute to all the people at the bottom of the barrel. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky