The Curse(s)

As I've found out today, there are many curses going around. The first one is my brothers. When we were younger and getting in trouble, my mother would always say "I hope you have children just like you when you are older." I actually got that one more than my brother did but nonetheless, he was still cursed once or twice. After spending the day with George and Chandler (his 7 year old daughter), I've come to realize that he has the reverse curse. Now before I go any further I just want everyone to know that I love my niece very much and would die for that little girl.

But she has lost her mind.

I have come to the conclusion that my brother didn't get the exact curse my mother wished on him. He got the reverse curse. What is the reverse curse you ask? Instead of his kids being just like him when he was younger (good for the most part) he got a kid just like me when I was younger. (I used to be told that I was the devil's spawn and that if I had been born first, I wouldn't have had any brothers or sisters.)

Within 20 minutes of being at my house, she was already in tears. Why?

Because I offered her yogurt.

A pretty harmless offer that sent her over the edge. She didn't want yogurt. She wanted fish sticks. Then she decided she didn't want fish sticks, she wanted chicken. So then my brother asked her if she wanted two pieces. She said no. Just to verify, he asked if she wanted one piece.

She said no. Then he asked if she wanted yogurt. She said no. So he asked her what she wanted. She said "I don't know." All this while crying.

While this drama was unfolding in the kitchen, I was on the phone to my dad trying to figure out how to do my brother's taxes with his education deductible thingy. He could hear her crying all the way in the other room. And he just started laughing like a grandparent who knew what his son was going through 'cause he had gone through the same thing with me.

Finally she settled down, but within 1/2 hour, she was crying again. This time because I told her she had to turn the tv while she did her homework. I'm a bad Auntie.

After a while, I just kinda tuned her out while she did the whole Cybil thing 'cause I swear by the time they left 3 hours later, I think she had cried an additional 3 times. For what I don't know. But that's my brothers curse. The only thing that I look forward to when I have kids is that the reverse curse will be in my favor as well and I'll have wonderful like kids that will be just like him.

Now my curse....CLOTHING!

On Saturday afternoon when I had left for the day I only had one pallet of clothes that I wasn't able to put out. When I first "took over" that job (Lord knows I didn't ask for it nor do I still want to be doing it) there were something like 6 or 7 pallets that were sitting on the dock plus the stuff that came in nightly that had to be put out. Frankly, I was very impressed with myself that I was able to get it down to one pallet.

Less than 48 hours later, I'm back to 6 pallets. Why? Because the people that do our ordering are dumbasses who don't know how to order. Case in point:

If you have 97 pairs of mens dress slacks and you only sell 2 per week, how many should you order to replenish? The answer seems pretty obvious to me. Zero. Why? Because no one is buying them. They come in a pack of 50. Why order a box of 50 to replace 2? Makes sense right?

Wrong.

The buyers think, We've got a rush on these baby's! Lets order 5 more boxes so they won't run out!

WHAT?

This is my curse. No matter how well I get the stupid boxes of stupid clothes out, I will always end up having more stupid boxes of stupid clothes. No matter how hard I work.

Does anyone know the name of the guy in mythology who was forced to roll the rock uphill forever? I really want to know his name. Why?

'Cause that's me.