Whatsa Matta Einstein!?

I've been moved from the front end to the grocery department at Planet Care. This means that my duties have changed. Formerly, I slid your groceries across a scanning device, stopping every now and then to enter numbers on the computer's touch screen. I would tell you the total amount of monies you'd spent and collect said monies from you while packing up your groceries into the bag or box of your choice. Now, I haul large boxes of groceries from the receiving dock to the sales floor via "u-boat." There, I unpack these boxes and put products on the shelves. I lift and squat and stack and balance and stretch and reach and by the end of the day, I've had a total of 8 full body work-outs. It's not the sort of job your average 50 year-old woman with health issues would take on. But I'm happy to have it.

One of the regulars came up to me yesterday and asked, "Have you been demoted?" I laughed and said, "You could say that, yes." He said, "Did you piss somebody off?" I said, "In a way, I offended Mr. Planet Care by mishandling monies at the cash wrap." I quoted the television show "Slings and Arrows," "I'm an artist! I can't count!!!" Then he told me the following story:

Einstein was an amateur violinist. From time to time, he would pair up with Chico Marx - the piano-playing Marx brother - and play some Mozart. Chico became frustrated with Einstein's amateur abilities and cried out, "Whatsa matta, Einstein! Can't you count!? 1-2-3-4!!!!"

So yeah. Call me Einstein.