Hahaha.
I pressed "Next Blog" on the top of my page and this awesome dude's page came up:
Kinda made my day.
And speaking of my day, it was a mightily shitty one, for the most part. I went to the stampede grounds to do "take down" for some extra moolah, and it was a horrible experience... Yesterday it was alright cause we just had to move stock from one place to another, but today was awful. SO MUCH CLEANING. It drove most of us to the brink of madness, and even drove some into a murderous rampage.
For example, the (fucking) popcorn machine. It was caked with a thick layer of grungy filth that refused to remove itself, even when prompted with things like boiling hot water, a special popcorn-machine-cleaner, lots of elbow grease, and desperate prayers to a number of deities. Nope, no dice. And the supervisor was a fat grumpy bitch-loser.
I definitely had enough of all that, so I'm skipping work tomorrow. I debated whether or not I should go over there to sign in and then just leave right away (if somebody "forgets to sign out at the end of the day," they are still paid for three hours of work), but alas, I don't want to risk getting caught in the act of leaving, or getting stuck scrubbing the revolting recesses of the concession rooms for another dreadful day.
I'm quite revved up about the whole paycheck thaaang, though. If my calculations are correct, I should leave the Stampede with somewhere between 1200 and 1400 dollars, depending on how well I did on commission. Not too bad considering I had a decent amount of fun doing my job, and I didn't cut my hand in a bajillion places like our Lemon Heaven friends. I honestly felt really bad for you guys, though :^[ you seemed so miserable in there as the week dragged on, what with that assface coworker, Hannah's love triangle, the endless lemonade lineups, and the slap-to-the-face lemon-scented hand-soap. Glad that you guys pulled through, and did not go on a murderous rampage.
I'm tired, bedtime.
