Adjustments

So...
Life's been interesting.  I am now the proud owner of three jobs.  That's right folks, three.

Job #1 is overnight clerk at my local Walgreens.  It's really quite nice except that now on my days off I will apparently be up until 5 am or later, not actually a big issue except that I have no will power to accomplish things that I should take care of while I'm awake.

Jobs # 2 and 3 actually occupy the same slot because I'll probably only work them once a week and those jobs are Gamestop and the movie theater.  The theater has been my longest job as anyone who has read my blog can tell.  It was actually my first job and we have a love hate kind of relationship.  Gamestop I started recently but not quite as recently and Walgreens.

My other two jobs are going to be my videogames and miscellaneous wants jobs and Walgreens is my I-kinda-need-this-to-start-living-on-my-own job.

To most people it would like having three jobs would be harder than two.  But, honestly right now anyway, it makes my life easier.  I work four days for my main job and my secondary jobs are going to be once a week for four hours.  It gives me time to get back into crafting and spend time with people that I've been meaning to spend time with. 

This opinion is subject to change, of course.  My life, and anyone's in general, is not concrete.  Things will be good and then they will be bad and I'll make adjustments as they come along, I kind of have to.  I'm not all that much of a masochist.  Glutton for punishment perhaps but masochist no.

Special people

How hard is it for people to follow instructions?
Don't answer that... Rhetorical...

Training n00bs it a job that has kind of been handed to me.  A job that amuses me considering the fact that the first warning most n00bs receive is 'This is Ari.  She might be the first person you get into a fight with."

Not that I'm a bad person, on most days.  Just that I think at all  a wee differently from most people at the theater.  And most don't get my thought processes.  Or it could be the fact that my volume nob might be kind of set on loud all the time...
Shut up


Either way I usually end up teaching the n00bs during closing shifts.
The n00b I was teaching this past Saturday ended up making me question my current educational path, the teaching program.
He turned the simple process of cleaning the hot dog machine into one of Hercules tasks.

First came trying to remove the caked on grease from the rollers (an easy task depending on the day).  I watched as the poor boy worked himself into a sweat trying to remove the grease.  I took the sponge from him and removed more grease in a few seconds then he had in a few minutes.  In the end it took him almost an hour to get all the grease off.  After that we are supposed to wipe off the remaining grease and soap with a clean wet sponge.  I left him to it while I helped a customer and turned back in time to see him start pouring water over the hot dog machine from a bucket.  I screeched, ran over to stop him, then stared in dismay at the mess he'd just made.  Greasy soapy smelly water pooled under the machine and dripped onto the floor forming a slippery puddle.

I whimpered in agony as he looked at me vapidly and ask "I wasn't supposed to do that?"  At which point I started to laugh loudly (possibly with a hint of hysteria).  And then, amazingly, he tried to turn the hot dog machine back on the wipe down the rollers.  I stopped him because I really didn't feel like dealing with the paper work that would have come from him electrocuting himself.  I moved that hot machine away and put it on its side to let the water drip out and made him clean up the mess he made.  About an hour later we finally got back to finishing the hot machine.  I watched like a hawk while he finished cleaning it.

In the end a task that takes no more then a half an hour at time took almost three hours.

Needless to say, it was a long night.

Rainy Days: The Good, The Bad, and... well, Wet I suppose...

"I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again."

I, personally, love rainy days.  I like to cuddle up under a big blanket and read, watch a DVD with popcorn, or walk out and sit on the bench in the courtyard and stare up at the sky (possible with glasses).

But, as a worker, I hate rainy days.  Only because everyone comes to the theater when it rains.  How backwards is that?  Why go out and get wet and cold, sit in an air conditioned theater, and drink cold soda?  All the while complaining about being cold, the popcorn prices, or why are there so many people in the theater.  Trust me I don't know the answer to the third question and the rest of them I can't answer because it would only piss off the guest.  Lord knows we don't want to do that, customer is always wrong right and all that jazz.


Today was like that.  It has been raining since this morning and I love it up until I walk into work.  Then I'm thrown on reg and am forced to deal with people who have no idea what they are doing.  I ask if they want a drink they say large popcorn.  I repeat my question and they say no.  Then as I'm ringing them up the ask for a large coke.  I feel the veins pulse in my forehead when they pull that.  Are they deaf or doing it on purpose?

After shift was nice.  I stopped in at Jamba and grabbed a white gummie and pizza.  It was still drizzling so I walked home barefoot.  I took a warm shower when I got home, finished my gummie and pizza, and now I'm writing this.  After this I'll feed the boys, play some video game, and pass out under my wonderful thick blanket.

Adieu...