Happy Easter, everyone! Hope it's been good to you. I'm lazing around on my day off, though I should be doing laundry and dropping by Wal-Mart for some milk. I'm just not feeling Wal-Mart right now, though. The day is young yet!
I just narrowly survived the harrowing first week of Spring Break at work. It was... tough. Real tough. I don't know about the people in the stands, but I was stuck Backstage in the pretzel kitchen... the hellacious pretzel kitchen. They relocated it to Pizza Planet, where we have three different rooms: the prep room, the oven room, and then the freezer way back in Narnia. You'd think that the managers would have taken into consideration that the man usually positioned in pretzel kitchen has a bum leg, but do they? No. They're managers. Anyway, other than being enormous rooms, more to clean, and totally inconvenient, it went... went...
Well, I'm alive. That's saying something. I had two 13 hour day shifts in a row, and just about broke down on the second day from exhaustion after they extended me. I wanted to punch my managers. It seems that Spring Break is the only time they do any work, but also the time where they screw up schedules the most. I mean, who changes a schedule that goes into effect the next day when it's one of the busiest times of the year? How is that convenient-- or smart, for that matter? It's not. At all. Ugh. So basically, I had to come in an hour earlier my third day and stay two hours later when I had worked for 13 hours straight the day before. Thanks, guys. You all suck.
After my day off, which I spent napping and moving very little (as everything from my hips down was sore, sore, sore!), I went back to work in the Sunset zone (we have three zones, Sunset- the front of the park, Backlands- the... essential 'back' of the park [I like to think of it as the masculine area], and Icon- around the hat). I'm usually on Sunset, occasionally Icon, never Backlands. So anyway, I worked at Peevy's the entire day, a boring stand right next to Echo Lake with standing water that smells like a gerbil cage and cheetos fused. Sooo gross. I started missing the pretzel kitchen, which is borderline absurd. I was so happy when Densy came to close me. Oh, Densy, you crazy man, you. The first thing he did when he got to my stand wasn't to be an efficient closer, no. He came up behind me and undid my apron strings. Needless to say, I got him back by hurling a scoopful of ice at him when we got backstage. Closing Peevy's was fun-- not working there.
I did get to talk to a little boy that morning, though, who was waiting in line for Jedi Training Academy (my favorite show on the park; little kids get to fight Darth Vader). He asked me how old you had to be to be on 'this ride' and I knelt down and was like 'Well, how old are ya, buddy?' and he told me four, so I was like 'Perfect! You're old enough to learn how to use a lightsaber and fight Darth Vader-- you know he's been causing ALL sorts of trouble around here in Hollywood. We need a hero!' and he told me how he has two lightsabers at home and fights with his dad and how one was broken... so I told him he was a Jedi already and fighting Vader would be a piece of cake! It's so much fun talking to the little kids... when I left, I got to say 'May the force be with you!'
Dorky moments are the sweetest to me.
Speaking of Star Wars, the cool Darth Maul was out the other day. When it gets busy, they bring out him and Vader together to fight the kids. Three guys rotate playing Maul, two white guys and a black guy. The black guy is, by far, my favorite. He's a-MAY-zing! Whenever he's backstage, he's scowling and skulking around and looking particularly Maul-ish. While I was on break, I just had to ask him as he was walking by: Are you ALWAYS mad? Because you look really angry. He laughed at me and told me that no, he was just in character. Then he came over to talk after a bit and I told him he was really scary (in a good, convincing way) and he was like 'I've made kids cry before and run back into the crowd. It's great. I love being paid for it.' Ha ha ha, how awful! He was kind of cute, to be honest, but under all that paint, YOU NEVER KNOW!
The face only a mother could love. He's sort of hideous, right? Dental hygiene at it's worst. Anyway, I figure if I ever had the gumption to ask him out - which I won't, because I don't even KNOW him - that I would demand he wear his costume out on the town. Who wants to date a human? Not me!
That's a lie. I would happily date this one human if I wasn't such a wuss about liking said human. Oh well, I'll settle for being an awkward friend.
I should start getting ready for Wal-Mart. I have no milk and no milk = no coffee, therefore leading to dead mornings and angry Mikys. Darth Miky.
I just narrowly survived the harrowing first week of Spring Break at work. It was... tough. Real tough. I don't know about the people in the stands, but I was stuck Backstage in the pretzel kitchen... the hellacious pretzel kitchen. They relocated it to Pizza Planet, where we have three different rooms: the prep room, the oven room, and then the freezer way back in Narnia. You'd think that the managers would have taken into consideration that the man usually positioned in pretzel kitchen has a bum leg, but do they? No. They're managers. Anyway, other than being enormous rooms, more to clean, and totally inconvenient, it went... went...
Well, I'm alive. That's saying something. I had two 13 hour day shifts in a row, and just about broke down on the second day from exhaustion after they extended me. I wanted to punch my managers. It seems that Spring Break is the only time they do any work, but also the time where they screw up schedules the most. I mean, who changes a schedule that goes into effect the next day when it's one of the busiest times of the year? How is that convenient-- or smart, for that matter? It's not. At all. Ugh. So basically, I had to come in an hour earlier my third day and stay two hours later when I had worked for 13 hours straight the day before. Thanks, guys. You all suck.
After my day off, which I spent napping and moving very little (as everything from my hips down was sore, sore, sore!), I went back to work in the Sunset zone (we have three zones, Sunset- the front of the park, Backlands- the... essential 'back' of the park [I like to think of it as the masculine area], and Icon- around the hat). I'm usually on Sunset, occasionally Icon, never Backlands. So anyway, I worked at Peevy's the entire day, a boring stand right next to Echo Lake with standing water that smells like a gerbil cage and cheetos fused. Sooo gross. I started missing the pretzel kitchen, which is borderline absurd. I was so happy when Densy came to close me. Oh, Densy, you crazy man, you. The first thing he did when he got to my stand wasn't to be an efficient closer, no. He came up behind me and undid my apron strings. Needless to say, I got him back by hurling a scoopful of ice at him when we got backstage. Closing Peevy's was fun-- not working there.
I did get to talk to a little boy that morning, though, who was waiting in line for Jedi Training Academy (my favorite show on the park; little kids get to fight Darth Vader). He asked me how old you had to be to be on 'this ride' and I knelt down and was like 'Well, how old are ya, buddy?' and he told me four, so I was like 'Perfect! You're old enough to learn how to use a lightsaber and fight Darth Vader-- you know he's been causing ALL sorts of trouble around here in Hollywood. We need a hero!' and he told me how he has two lightsabers at home and fights with his dad and how one was broken... so I told him he was a Jedi already and fighting Vader would be a piece of cake! It's so much fun talking to the little kids... when I left, I got to say 'May the force be with you!'
Dorky moments are the sweetest to me.
Speaking of Star Wars, the cool Darth Maul was out the other day. When it gets busy, they bring out him and Vader together to fight the kids. Three guys rotate playing Maul, two white guys and a black guy. The black guy is, by far, my favorite. He's a-MAY-zing! Whenever he's backstage, he's scowling and skulking around and looking particularly Maul-ish. While I was on break, I just had to ask him as he was walking by: Are you ALWAYS mad? Because you look really angry. He laughed at me and told me that no, he was just in character. Then he came over to talk after a bit and I told him he was really scary (in a good, convincing way) and he was like 'I've made kids cry before and run back into the crowd. It's great. I love being paid for it.' Ha ha ha, how awful! He was kind of cute, to be honest, but under all that paint, YOU NEVER KNOW!
The face only a mother could love. He's sort of hideous, right? Dental hygiene at it's worst. Anyway, I figure if I ever had the gumption to ask him out - which I won't, because I don't even KNOW him - that I would demand he wear his costume out on the town. Who wants to date a human? Not me!That's a lie. I would happily date this one human if I wasn't such a wuss about liking said human. Oh well, I'll settle for being an awkward friend.
I should start getting ready for Wal-Mart. I have no milk and no milk = no coffee, therefore leading to dead mornings and angry Mikys. Darth Miky.
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