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June 30, 2002 on 12:56 am | In Blogger |

So now I got away today with six hours of sleep on top of six hours of sleep, always a fun thing. I clock out, I sleep, I get up, I work AGAIN! Damn busy weekends…and I thought weekends were carefree and fun! Not the other way around.

Right, so I had the shift from hell. To start, while on concession the very first customer I got was a band of girl scouts who ordered 10 small drinks (you’re paid on commissions in concession—you have to have 1:8 small popcorns/drinks:regular popcorn/drinks to get all forty cents for each combo you sell. It’s complicated, but you can imagine what 10 small drinks meant for me—no commisions today!). So, that screwed me for the day in the 50-some Super Combos I sold. Errk I was mad about that, but I couldn’t blame the Girl Scouts; they were so cute. I could; however, blame maybe the 10 or 12 other people who ordered small drinks from me. ERRRK I promise you, I’m not THAT bad a seller—people just SUCK today!

And then they gave me this drawer (drawer: the thing that holds money when people are selling stuff) that would NOT open unless you poked around in it with this tiny key that I knew I’d loose if they kept me on shift all day (usually the drawers just pop open when you ring in the order, so you can do easy change). Sure enough, just as we were getting a huge, 10-minute line to box office, I closed my drawer, and locked the key inside. AHHHH POP! goes my head. So, I told the girls in front of the line that I needed to grab the manager’s keys for a second, promised it wouldn’t take more than that, and ran over to box office where I saw—the PE coach manager. ACCK what luck. I told her my problem, pointed at the line, begged for her set of keys, and she said, “Just a moment.” Then she proceeded to drain every person’s drawer on box office, went into the manager’s station, and maybe what felt like five minutes later, finally emerged with her keys. I ran back to the stand, went over to my drawer—TA DA! it opened quite easily, I grabbed the key, and then I talked to the girls.

“I’m real sorry about that…my manager was taking her sweet time when really we don’t have any, don’t you know, so I was like, ‘AHHHHHH!’” I explained. While finishing that last part, I looked over to the left, standing right next to me was the PE manager. *BANGS HEAD ON DESK REPEATEDLY*

THEN if that wasn’t it, right afterwards I got a family of four or five who obviously thought I was an idiot, because they assumed I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about, and it only seemed verified when I thought they wanted a child popcorn and not a tub of popcorn. It was really hard to hear the lady though, because she muttered every word, and the popper was going and there was a crowd and it was just…evil. So, she seemed rather affronted when I asked if she wanted butter flavoring on the child popcorn, and then she was like, “NO. TUB of POPCORN.” Oh. Tub. Well, not to get technical, but we do call them Super Value Buckets, and I know that’s a really dumb name, but it’s so much easier to hear than TUB, which sounds vaguely like “pub” or “kid,” the way she was muttering. No one says TUB in our stand.

So, that was crappy. The rest of the day at work was good….I clocked out half an hour early, and Laura and I passed time between then and six enjoying a PretzelMaker in the mall. That was cool beans.

Then Dad took the boys and me out to dinner, the Eclectica Cafe, or something like that. It was a simply delicious meal, across town, but worth the drive if you’re up to it. And we met up with Jessie and Mike at Sean’s football thing at Dorado Stadium, which was awesome, though I fear we didn’t stay that long due to sprinkler’s coming up…it was cool though, running into people.

After that, I wrote with Cristal and Jessie (AHHH MULTITASKING), but now I’m relaxed. Methinks I’ll get a Hawaiin Midnight Snack in L.A. (well, it’s probably not Hawaiin, seeing as it’s 1a not 3a…errk, you get the drift).

Deepinder, the rushed ending is your fault! :P