MRF MRF!
Were any of you aware that I am what is referred to as a "MRF" staff member. This word amuses me, and I'd like you all to know that. It stands for Michigan... *looks up how to spell it for the 5th time* Renaissance Festival. Yes.
I wish I lived back in the time when many people were still nice and nodded at you to greet you when they walked by and were courteous when they spoke to you and payed compliments and stumbled around drunk in the streets, I say. Even if it was under the tyrannical rule of Queen Elizabeth and King Philip of Spain, who looks like Captain James Hook. He walked by my booth this morning, showing some man around, and as he walked by he nodded his head toward me and said "You see the beautiful women we have here," and stared at me.... I was thinking hard about this, as to what I should do: "Should I bow?!! WTF!" So I just smiled and he seemed okay with that, the pirate. Then the Queen's procession came along with her being carried on that little thing you carry important people on because they're so important, and as she passed by the Mudskippers were across the way getting their mud pit ready for their show, and one of them shouted to the Queen, "God save the Queen! Huzzah! We cleanse our pool in your honor, Your Majesty!" They were all bowing and bobbing at the side of the street as she passed and she didn't even acknowledge their existance, it was great.
I saw Natalie today... if you read this Kelsey. And Cassondra likes Ded Bob more than WHIPBOY aka Craig Kilbourne! *bursts into tears* I mean, come now... who would you choose? A skeleton puppet, dressed in renaissance clothing, controled by a man who obviously has no ability to throw his voice and so wears a beekeeper's mask over his head to conceal his moving mouth and shameful identity, or a guy who may look like Craig Kilbourne with brown hair but has a nice body and plays with a whip and tries to seduce you with witty jokes and flashes of various parts of the body? *has a random shiver* I am now officially tired... my feet hurt, my eyes are dried out, various muscles are twitching, I smell like turkey grease, and my jaw hurts from chewing gum all day. I discovered this morning, also, that Erin, the girl who hired me, has been fired. I found this out right after Brenda, my supervisor, told me that she needed to "speak with me when I take my break." I thought, "Oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooo I'm going to be FIRED!!! My drawer must have been short! I must be doing something TERRIBLY WRONG!!!!" It turned out that she'd found some Gerriadellis or whatever it's called chocolate over the week and had wanted to give a piece to us all in honor of doing such a good job last week. I also got $7 in tips today.... actually $1 in tips and the other $6 was a man's change that he just walked off without, so I got to keep it. Another man walked off without his $15 change, but I just left it sitting across my drawer and his wife came back for it after a couple of minutes. Blah. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ta.
I wish I lived back in the time when many people were still nice and nodded at you to greet you when they walked by and were courteous when they spoke to you and payed compliments and stumbled around drunk in the streets, I say. Even if it was under the tyrannical rule of Queen Elizabeth and King Philip of Spain, who looks like Captain James Hook. He walked by my booth this morning, showing some man around, and as he walked by he nodded his head toward me and said "You see the beautiful women we have here," and stared at me.... I was thinking hard about this, as to what I should do: "Should I bow?!! WTF!" So I just smiled and he seemed okay with that, the pirate. Then the Queen's procession came along with her being carried on that little thing you carry important people on because they're so important, and as she passed by the Mudskippers were across the way getting their mud pit ready for their show, and one of them shouted to the Queen, "God save the Queen! Huzzah! We cleanse our pool in your honor, Your Majesty!" They were all bowing and bobbing at the side of the street as she passed and she didn't even acknowledge their existance, it was great.
I saw Natalie today... if you read this Kelsey. And Cassondra likes Ded Bob more than WHIPBOY aka Craig Kilbourne! *bursts into tears* I mean, come now... who would you choose? A skeleton puppet, dressed in renaissance clothing, controled by a man who obviously has no ability to throw his voice and so wears a beekeeper's mask over his head to conceal his moving mouth and shameful identity, or a guy who may look like Craig Kilbourne with brown hair but has a nice body and plays with a whip and tries to seduce you with witty jokes and flashes of various parts of the body? *has a random shiver* I am now officially tired... my feet hurt, my eyes are dried out, various muscles are twitching, I smell like turkey grease, and my jaw hurts from chewing gum all day. I discovered this morning, also, that Erin, the girl who hired me, has been fired. I found this out right after Brenda, my supervisor, told me that she needed to "speak with me when I take my break." I thought, "Oh noooooooooooooooooooooooooo I'm going to be FIRED!!! My drawer must have been short! I must be doing something TERRIBLY WRONG!!!!" It turned out that she'd found some Gerriadellis or whatever it's called chocolate over the week and had wanted to give a piece to us all in honor of doing such a good job last week. I also got $7 in tips today.... actually $1 in tips and the other $6 was a man's change that he just walked off without, so I got to keep it. Another man walked off without his $15 change, but I just left it sitting across my drawer and his wife came back for it after a couple of minutes. Blah. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ta.