So last night I helped close for the first time ever. In all honesty, it was one of the funnest things ever. I know that sounds strange, considering I was at work, but I wasn't even on the clock anymore, but it really was super fun.
I had come in at 12:30, and help my manager get ready for la rush and whatnot. I am not a giant fan of going in early like that; I hate the day shift, honestly. Pretty much I end up getting stuck making pizzas all by myself. It sucks because there are BYU games on Saturdays and therefore it is busy and I sort of am not the fastest when it comes making pizza. I mean, I am not slow.... just not frikin speedy. Anyway, so that wasn't super fun. Also, we had a giant GIANT timed order for 7:30, so I started trying to make it before the rush and what not. I ended up only being able to make 10 of like, 35, 40 pizzas before we started getting busy. So they got to sit in the walk-in during the rush until the order dropped. So I helped make it, and then my boss wanted me to help her pull pizzas out of the oven. This is all well and good, and it is usually what happens on Fridays and Saturdays. It was fine, except for the fact that she went to start bagging it, and left me to fend for myself on the ovens. I am used to pulling ovens myself, but I usually do it on weekdays when we aren't busy. I actually held my own very well. It was just frustrating. In the end, I had a nine and a half hour shift. Which is a new record for me.
But then I decided that I didn't want to go home, I wanted to stay and hand out. This isn't unusual for me. No, I am not a total loser. It is just that some of my best friends are there, and also, it is fun. So I just sort of hung out, talkin' to Mr. Tall and Smitty when a big order happened. I decided to just sort of help out, cuz I was feeling all useless. So I was helping them make pizzas and Mr. Tall said something snarky that I can't remember, and then I responded with something sanrky, and then this continued, and then I ended up splashing him with sauce. The spoodle actually had more sauce in it then I thought, and so it might have gotten all over him, and on the wall behind him. It was pretty funny, except then Mr. Tall was pissed at me. Remember how he threw dough at my face, and then I didn't talk to him? That is what happened, except it was him not talking to me. It was funny because I could tell that he was trying not to smile because I was ranting at him to not hate me. He ended up talking to me again, so that was nice. I followed him around as he was cleaning stuff up and doing inventory and what not, and it was actually super fun. He can count like a boss. Anyways, I kept on asking him how I could be helpful, and he kept on telling me that I couldn't because he has a method that he didn't want me to interrupt. So I felt pretty useless. And then I started following Smitty around because Mr. Tall started doing dishes, and I don't like dishes. Smitty was more okay with me helping him, even though he too had a routine that he didn't want to be screwed up. I helped him scrape dried sauce off of stuff while he told me about his whole life. It was rather grand and entertaining. I know it sounds stupid, but it was super fun.
And thus my story of closing ends. Wasn't it grand?
So. As you may have noticed, it has been a while since I have posted. So that is awkward. But here is a post. LOVE IT.
Things that have happened since my last post, so that we can all be on the same page of my life.
~I AM A SENIOR. THIS IS CRAZY AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT.
~I had the chance to compete in the Shakespeare festival, so that was cool. What was cooler was that I WON FIRST PLACE. That was grand.
~Also, my boss' bosses want to make me an AM. I can't until I am eighteen, but I am still excited.
~I work all the freaking time, so now I never get to just hang out. EVER. That is okay though, cuz now I am good chummies with Mr. Tall.
Speaking of Mr. Tall, now is the time for his tale. He is a grand, grand man. Most people that I work with think he is kind of quiet, but that is only because he doesn't really like them. That is one reason why we are chums. We both don't like people. Another thing is he listens to me rant and ramble. Half of the time I don't think he is actually listening to me. But then SURPRISE. He totally is. It is nice because I don't have anyone else to rant to. It is very stress reducing. Anyway. So the other day at work, we were being a little bit meaner to each other than usual. I said something (I can't even remember what now) and then I went to grab something out of the walk in fridge we have. I came out, only to be greeted by pizza dough to the throat. In all honesty, it felt like someone had punched me in the throat. I might have raged a little bit, and didn't talk to him for the rest of the night. And now things seem different between us. He sort of acts like he might hate me, and I don't know why. When I ask him why, he says it is all fine, but it really doesn't seem like it is. It is probably all in me head. I hope so, at least, because he really is one of my best friends and I would probably cry if I lost that.
And moving on. In other news, we have started rehearsal for ALICE IN WONDERLAND. I am only a card in it, but I am having so much fun with it. I love the fact that we are doing a child show for my senior year. It is a nice way for me to end, I think. The good old MANdy is the Cheshire Cat, which is super grand. However, whenever he says "Alice", he does a voice like he wants to rape her. It is awkward for everyone. But it is funny.
That is really all that has been happening as of late. Nothing super exciting.
For those of you who don't know, Trik got his LDS mission call. He has been called to serve in the Provo Utah Mission. Let's be real, it is kind of funny. Before he got his actual call, we had talked about where we thought he was going to end up going. He really wanted to go somewhere out of the country, and then he had jokingly said something along the lines of: “Knowing my luck, I'm going to go to like... St. George... or Idaho... or somewhere else close...” Yup. Can't get much closer than Provo. He is only serving there for three months, after which point they are most likely going to send him somewhere else. We don't know where the somewhere else is going to be yet, but hopefully it is somewhere cool.
Anyway, in the past week, we have all been spending a LOT of time together, due to the fact that he is leaving. On last Wednesday, we went laser tagging. I really like laser tagging, but I am probably one of the worst players ever. On the opposite side of the spectrum is Trik, who was REALLY GOOD. It was super fun and intense, and on the bright side, I didn't get last place either of the rounds we played. We played 2 half-hour rounds, though they both didn't feel like they were half-hour. After our rounds, we went to Dairy Queen and got ice cream. It was most yummy. Then, we went and watched some Doctor Who before I had to go home. My mom had let me stay out till 11:00 that night, so waking up the next morning for school was a massive PAIN IN MY RUMP.
On Friday, we had his official “Going Away Party”. I had to work, which made me sad, because I ended up being late. At said party, I gave Trik his going-away present that I made for him. It was a blanket that had “Rejoice Evermore, Pray without Ceasing, In everything give thanks” sewn into it. It was a very fuzzy blanket. Anyway, so I gave it to him, and for like half the night he was wearing it around kind of like a cape. It made me so happy. We had a brawl tournament, and we just sort of hung out. It was super fun. We ended up playing night games later. I suck miserably at those. I am better at the whole “laying low and hiding” thing, but when it comes “running like there is no tomorrow” I am sort of a FAIL. We also played MUNCHKIN, which I have mentioned before, though never explained. It is a card game which is sort of like Killer Bunnies, but different.
Saturday morning Hair 'n' Trik 'n' I got together to watch the Christmas special of DOCTOR WHO. Yeah, I know, it's a little bit LATE, but whatever. So we went to Trik's sister's house and watched it with his family. Afterwards, we went to UVU campus to buy some things for Trik's mission. Then we went back to his house, and found Prime and Bobo waiting for us to go to the FESTIVAL OF COLORS. I was SOOOOO EXCITED to go this fabulous thing. However, by the time we got back and we had gotten everything together, it was about 1:45 in the afternoon. Unfortunately, I had to work on Saturday, so if I had gone to the Festival, I would have had to drive out, spend MAYBE 10 minutes throwing chalk in peoples faces, and then drive back. I do not have the money to spend on that kind of wasteful gas, so... I didn't go. I was pretty upset about it, but that is OK. So I went to work while all of my manfriends went to the Festival. Work... Happened.... but we are NOT going to go into that. After work, I went back up and we hung out. We ended up watching The Incredibles. I like that film.
Sunday was Bobo's farewell talk in church, so I saw Trik on Sunday too. At the luncheon after church, we all just sort of sat and discussed life. Trik was pretty depressed due to the fact the preemptive homesickness had set in. It stressed me out to see him so sad.
On Monday (AKA yesterday), it was a minimal day. Minimal day is this stupid thing that my school district does instead of giving us days off. They are stupid because it means we are at school until 12:25 and each period isn't even an hour long. Anywho, so afterwards we went and we hung out at Trik's house. We went and filmed some, and then we went back to his house. Hair chilled up stairs with Trik's older brother, while I went down into the mancave to help him pack. It was lots of fun, and we had lots of good bonding time. This whole time in the back of my head there was a little voice telling me how this was the last time I would see him before he leaves on his mission. I did a pretty good job to ignore this voice, though it still made me kind of sad. While we were packing, he got distracted by one of his sketchbooks. We ended up going through it and having deep discussions about the pictures and things. It was thoroughly enjoyable. After that, though, it was time for me and Hair to go home, so Trik could focus on packing, and so I could go home and clean the bathroom.
Let's be real. I LOST IT. I honestly can not remember the last time I have cried that hard. It was kind of embarrassing, and Hair felt SUPER uncomfortable, but frankly, I didn't care. I just sat there and hugged Trik, and then when I pulled away, I noticed how much I was really crying. I got his shirt wet with my tears. He was very chill about it though, and he did a pretty good job of comforting me.
I am going to miss him SO much.
I cried the whole way home, and I swear Hair wanted to punch me in the face because of it. When he got out of the car, though, it got even worse. Honestly, I hadn't thought I was capably of crying harder. SURPRISE. I can cry pretty dang hard. When I got home, my mom saw how torn up I was and gave me steak. It helped, but still.
Sorry that was kind of angsty and also super long. But that is what has been happening as of late.
For those of you who weren't aware, Long John is my car.
He is a 1997 Mazda 626, not that you actually care.
He is kind of my life, due to the fact that without him, I would have to share my mom's van with her to go about doing my business. Which, let us be honest here, would SUCK BOTTOM!
He is named Long John after the one-legged pirate Long John Silver from the book Treasure Island. Silver had a fake wooden leg to make up for his missing appendage, but he still:
Could not go very fast.
Could not do hills very well.
Could not travel for long periods of time.
My dear car Long John has all of those qualities, hence the name.
Anyway, about a week ago, he was acting sicker than usual. When he would stop, he sort of had a LOT of trouble getting going again. The check engine light came on, so we took him in to be fixed.
3 days and $850 later... he runs so much better. I don't even have to speed that much to make it up hills now. Made me rather happy. Until on monday the check engine light came on again. -_- Yippee.
So the past few days I have been both stressing and avoiding taking him in.
This is a good thing because the check engine light went off this afternoon. Just thought you all should know. For... some reason.
Once upon a time, there was this Ginger Midget. She woke up one friday morning, and she thought to herself: "Today is going to be a good day." So as she left her room that morning to go about her typical morning business, she had a smile on her face and a song in her heart.
When the time came for her to leave to go to school, she was unhappy because of this, because she doesn't really like school. But she left anyway. She got into her beautiful black Mazda and closed the door. Though, the door didn't actually close. It just sort of bounced back open. 'Awkward...' she thought, and she tried to close it again, but the same thing happened. 'Well... pooh.' She thought as she got out of her car and went back into the house. She went and informed her mother of the trouble, and her mother responded: "Well, you can drive my van!" Dread filled the Ginger Midget. She HATED that van with such fire and passion it wasn't even funny. "It'll be fine!" She responded. "I will just... hold the door shut the whole way to school..." Her mom shrugged and said "OK." So the GM went back out and got back into her car, and drove to school. The entire trip, she had one hand on the steering wheel and the other one pulling with all its might to keep the door closed. When she finally got to school and got out, the door shut just fine. She tested it a few times, but it seemed to be working spiffily. Awkward....
So the GM then went to school. In first period, she had to make up a test that she had totally forgotten to study for. She did fairly OK on it, but it really stressed her out in the moments leading up to it. Second period was her drama class. No one was really in that class because they had all gone on a field trip that was kind of expensive and other things that we won't go into right now. As the GM went to her third period class, her teacher informed her that she was failing. 'Great,' she thought. 'That is JUST what I need right now.' So that happened. Next, the GM went to lunch.
Lunch is that magical thing where you can leave the school and go get food things with the people you consider to be friends. On this day, SoOzIn and the Ginger Midget decided that they wanted to go get food together, so they went to WENDY'S. As they were in the drive through, they decided that since neither of them had ever tried one, they would get a BACONATOR. They pulled out of the drive through, and started heading back to the school. "This tastes like farm murder... which tastes like diabetes..." SoOzIn said, taking a few bites of the sandwich. "Oh nuts, it peed meat juice on me pants. Here, have some!" She then handed the beast to the GM, who took a few bites as she drove. "I think I am having a heart attack," said the GM. They both thought that eating a BACONATOR and saying it gave you a heart attack within two bites was the funniest thing ever.
Fourth period, nothing really exciting happened for the GM, except that is was long and dull. She then came home, and sat on the couch playing Legend of Zelda. Her mother finished teaching for the day and came upstairs, and then began to have a MASSIVE fight with the GM's father. It kind of made GM want to curl up and die. She was super relieved when she had to go to work (45 minutes later her parents were still going at it).
Work for her was CRAZY BUSY. There was lots of people wanting pizza. And she understood this. Even SHE wanted pizza. It was rather RATHER stressful, and due to all the gathering stress from the rest of the day, it really made the GM want to drive off of a cliff. Afterwards, she went home and called Hair. She then went to go play with him, Trik, and Prime. They partied up and did fun things like MUNCHKIN.
Then she went home and wrote all about her angsty day on her blog.