Well, I worked my 11-5 shift today at the wonderful world of Wendy's. I cannot complain, I have a job in this rough economic depression, I make way more than minimum wage, and it's 2.5 hours shorter than my usual 11-7:30.
Actually, some days are quite interesting solely due to the people who pay a visit to this franchise.
Take today for example.
I worked drive-through pick up window instead of my normal front register (It was extremely slow for dining room, I suppose people did not want to be cooped inside when the weather channel boasted temperatures of 60 degrees-plus) coordinating (read: making sure everything is in bags so customers don't come barging in wondering where their napkins/ketchup/nuggets/receipt/etc are, filling drinks, getting fries, etc... and passing it out of the window) for almost the whole time spent not on break (which were plentiful, due to slow business). Among many well-known people coming through (8th grade principal... who I had visited many times during my year at Jackson....he remembers me fondly.)(Father of my other future husband, who just happens to teach at my highschool. What is it with seeing teachers at work?!)(A girl from choir. Who has great hair. Her name is Katie.), guests were very pleasant, possibly solely because they were able to leave their windows down after driving away and not freeze to death. Then she came. SHE. The woman that every fast-food chain knows very well. The woman who is not happy with prices. She came through and cussed out the person on speaker (Thankfully, this time around, was NOT me!) because, I quote, we aine got no dolla menyah. I couldn't stop laughing. She threated to sue us because 'all duh ofver wenny's got dolla menyahs but we aine got none'. Yeah, this woman threw a fit. Kim tried explaining that there was nothing she could do about it, and that none of the Wendy's in our town had a dollar menu. The woman blatantly threw out all 13 taboos to the speaker, and asked her passenger what she wanted. She ordered a couple sandwiches, complained about the price, paid, and came to my window. I had to supress giggles as she called me some dirty names and drove off.
Anyway, I came home and changed and whatnot, and kicked back on the couch watching tv with my parents. They asked why I was home on a Saturday night. I asked them if I could go out, and they wanted to know with who and where. I asked if I could call up this boy I have been talking to and see if he was busy. Their response: Who? I explained it was Jordan's friend Zac. They asked if he had invited me, or was I going to call him and invite him to do something? The second, of course, since he was informed by myself that I had to work today.
So why am I at home by myself? Because chasing boys like this isn't very becoming.
Since when have I ever been becoming?! If this boy is too shy to call and ask if I'm home, how am I supposed to be able to hang out with him if I can't invite him? Bahhh. Well, whatever.
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