I guess I'll start by bitching then get to the good news.
As I expected, downtown SA turned into a crappy ass street party you can inflict on your kids. I just gotta ignore them until Sunday. I mean that literally. We lock one of the doors where the worse of it is and people get confused when we won't let their nonpaying, vomiting in the restroom asses in. "The door is locked!!!" "We know! Go away!" I love customer service.
The thing I always forget about Fiesta is don't at my college, we got this thing called Oyster Bake. The school sells the beer and oysters directly to students (and alumni). Of course they closed off more than half the parking lot three days ahead of time. Grrrrrrr.
Good news time. They transferred me! That means I don't have to be working the floor during the rest of it! I'm going to be in the accounting office!
That means counting money instead of dealing with alcoholics or stacking goat carcasses in the warehouse. (When you don't work in a medical field and a good day is that your not stepping in blood or vomit, then you've got to reevaluate things a little.)
I won't get off until three tomorrow, but I'm going to meet some people for some perfectly wholesome middle of the night fun. Innocent fun, I swear.
7:13 Central Standard Time.
Hahaha! I'm invincible. I just got the weekend off! The office supervisor who was supposed to show me the ropes got her vacation extended, and since I can't really get much done until she got back, I got to go home. I am the happiest mother fucker on earth. Now I just gotta hang out until everybody else gets off.
As I expected, downtown SA turned into a crappy ass street party you can inflict on your kids. I just gotta ignore them until Sunday. I mean that literally. We lock one of the doors where the worse of it is and people get confused when we won't let their nonpaying, vomiting in the restroom asses in. "The door is locked!!!" "We know! Go away!" I love customer service.
The thing I always forget about Fiesta is don't at my college, we got this thing called Oyster Bake. The school sells the beer and oysters directly to students (and alumni). Of course they closed off more than half the parking lot three days ahead of time. Grrrrrrr.
Good news time. They transferred me! That means I don't have to be working the floor during the rest of it! I'm going to be in the accounting office!
That means counting money instead of dealing with alcoholics or stacking goat carcasses in the warehouse. (When you don't work in a medical field and a good day is that your not stepping in blood or vomit, then you've got to reevaluate things a little.)
I won't get off until three tomorrow, but I'm going to meet some people for some perfectly wholesome middle of the night fun. Innocent fun, I swear.
7:13 Central Standard Time.
Hahaha! I'm invincible. I just got the weekend off! The office supervisor who was supposed to show me the ropes got her vacation extended, and since I can't really get much done until she got back, I got to go home. I am the happiest mother fucker on earth. Now I just gotta hang out until everybody else gets off.
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At least you get a whole bunch of time off.
welcome to the bcb group.