Monday, March 31, 2008
I Hate Shoes
Walked into work about 10 minutes ago.
19 cartons of Nike are waiting for yours truly to be opened, counted, marked off, checked against the purchase order, entered into the system, tagged, scanned, re-packaged, labeled, and sent to stores.
I gave up on sneakers long ago my friends. Unless I get them in the mail from a rep or the like then you probably won't see me with a new pair of kicks ever.
But if you're into kicks and the whole thing by all means enjoy yourself and your hobby.
Or better yet come down to the warehouse and help a brother out with this mountain of Nike.
Damn you Beaverton, damn you!