A Word of Advice

I am proud to say that I have written everyday so far for NaJoMo.  In the two past years that I tried, I was not as successful.  Mostly, I forgot to write, but I’m doing an okay job remembering this year. 

I worked today with the Sparkley and two other girls.

Oh wait, let me tell you about one of the girls, because it’s kind of strange how I know her.  Okay, she grew up in my hometown, and her mother drove a school bus there.  Her mother was my bus driver during high school.  Now, she’s my favorite nurse at Lincoln’s doctor’s office.  Her stepmom works at the same Dunkin Donuts that Pi and Mom work at, who went to the Tot’s Diaper Party.  Maybe that’s not as interesting as I thought.

Anyway, we’ll call the girl I work with Sandy.

I worked today with Sparkley, Sandy, and the Drama Queen.  Sandy wasn’t feeling so good and lost her voice earlier in the day.  She asked to go home early, and that wasn’t a problem.  The surprising thing about the situation was that Drama Queen actually stayed later, picked up the extra slack and didn’t complain about it or talk about how much she did.  (Usually, she will refuse to do certain jobs because she already did a bunch of other jobs that day or even the day before.)  We managed to get everything done that we needed to do before she left.  It was a good feeling.

The pack of Rednecks came in some time after she left.  There were about ten of them today.  Sparkley went to take their orders.  Two of them wanted five shots of espresso in a large coffee with cream and sugar.  She told me they were doing that much as a dare.  I don’t know if you’ve ever had shots of espresso, but they make me wild!  On top of that, they took a shot of espresso by itself with us.  The look of shock of how gross espresso is was hilarious.

Normally, they are off the wall, but today they were something else.  One of them tried to climb the flagpole.  We had changed the Muzak to the reggae station, and they calmed down so that they were quieter than normal without espresso.  They wanted us to change it to a country station, so I put on the kids’ music station and they left.  I guess I know how to get rid of them if I want to, instead of 50’s and 60’s hits like last time.

I like my job, even the un-fun stuff.  Since I’m the boss, I get to call the (fair) shots.  I get to talk to a lot of different kinds of people about different things I don’t normally talk about.  I get to dance around and sing at the top of my lungs when the lobby is empty.  I get to make friends with my co-workers friends when they come to visit.  It’s a good job.

I’m going to leave you with this tidbit:  stepping on broken up corn Chex with socks on is not a pleasant feeling.