Have spent evening at Music Circus Romp II- NUNSENSE.
There were a few guffaws, but mostly, it was pretty cheesy, and probably a great deal funnier to Catholics. Which I am not. Best laugh was a Sally Field joke. "Who do you think you are, Sally Field?!" "Well, no, but I do take Boneva for my health."
Customer service training tomorrow. Bollocks. Part 1 of 2. 4 hours tomorrow. Fuuuuuuck. It's ok. It is ok. I just don't want to participate in the lameass scenarios, and group participation crap I know we'll have to do. They made me do the same lame crap at Nordstrom orientation. We had to act out safety rules. Stupid. I guess I could embrace it, and have fun with it, but I'm really not that type of person. I like to make fun of people who enjoy that shit.
Best phone call so far- Some fellow calls, and explains his situation. He was picked up by the cops, detained for a few hours, and released. The police gave him back his shoelaces, but not his shoes. His Jordans. Apparently, he left the station, walked to the Greyhound station, and called someone to wire him money to get home, since he's from out of town. He is aggressively asking me how he can get his shoes back.
Why would you leave the police station WITHOUT YOUR SHOES? Wouldn't you be like, "Excuse me sir, but I did have some shoes to go with these laces. Nike Air Jordans, size 11 on a good day. I can't really traipse about town in my socks now, can I?" Then again, I can't really fathom this guy using the word traipse. Or traipsing at all, regardless of his vocabulary.
So I gave him the number to the police, because, hey, not my deal. There was literally nothing I could do for him. when I told him that, he said, "So you're telling me it's ok that the police stole my shoes?"
LORDY, LORDY, LORDY.
There were a few guffaws, but mostly, it was pretty cheesy, and probably a great deal funnier to Catholics. Which I am not. Best laugh was a Sally Field joke. "Who do you think you are, Sally Field?!" "Well, no, but I do take Boneva for my health."
Customer service training tomorrow. Bollocks. Part 1 of 2. 4 hours tomorrow. Fuuuuuuck. It's ok. It is ok. I just don't want to participate in the lameass scenarios, and group participation crap I know we'll have to do. They made me do the same lame crap at Nordstrom orientation. We had to act out safety rules. Stupid. I guess I could embrace it, and have fun with it, but I'm really not that type of person. I like to make fun of people who enjoy that shit.
Best phone call so far- Some fellow calls, and explains his situation. He was picked up by the cops, detained for a few hours, and released. The police gave him back his shoelaces, but not his shoes. His Jordans. Apparently, he left the station, walked to the Greyhound station, and called someone to wire him money to get home, since he's from out of town. He is aggressively asking me how he can get his shoes back.
Why would you leave the police station WITHOUT YOUR SHOES? Wouldn't you be like, "Excuse me sir, but I did have some shoes to go with these laces. Nike Air Jordans, size 11 on a good day. I can't really traipse about town in my socks now, can I?" Then again, I can't really fathom this guy using the word traipse. Or traipsing at all, regardless of his vocabulary.
So I gave him the number to the police, because, hey, not my deal. There was literally nothing I could do for him. when I told him that, he said, "So you're telling me it's ok that the police stole my shoes?"
LORDY, LORDY, LORDY.
i'm always worried im going to see someone i know on to catch a predator. i know some strange guys.