Hello, My Name Is...Slave Labor in the Lazy River
SO I have just gotten through two days at Typhoon, and neither of them have been spent anywhere near the water slides. Both were pretty terrible experiences, but each in their own beautifully unique ways.
So yesterday, I get put on the Extras list. There are 16 slide ops rotations, and if they have more than that number, they are put on an Extras list. So I was sent to Food and Beverage. My job: Condiments. I was the condiments master-or Lord of the Mayonnaise- I didn't have an official title. I literally stood behind the condiments bar all day. There wasn't much to do, so a manager eventually came up to me and said "Christian, you need to look busier." So I started refilling the salt, napkins, and utensils like 6 at a time, so I would have to refill them more often.
Other than that, the job didn't consist of much more than exploding ketchup all over myself and constantly repeating "Sorry, no tartar sauce." That was yesterday.
This morning I got up, and in the spirit of tradition, was hardly conscious as I got ready for work. When I was at work, I looked down at my feet to see I wore my flip flops. Company policy says a worker needs close heeled sandals or they can't work. So I had to work through that fiasco, and as a result, I was again put on the Extras List.
This was a bad day to be on the ET. The previous night, a pipe broke, flooding the whole lazy river with Creek Water. So...I got to shovel mud out of the creek...for the REST OF THE DAY. Literally the whole shift I spent with a dozen other people, using a push broom to shovel muddy water into suction tubes. And as Mary Poppins Chimney Sweep Aqua Team-ish as it was, it was exhausting and slightly miserable. Of course a storm decided to hit, and I was drenched during the last hour of work. I most likely have pneumonia. I can feel it.
So yesterday, I get put on the Extras list. There are 16 slide ops rotations, and if they have more than that number, they are put on an Extras list. So I was sent to Food and Beverage. My job: Condiments. I was the condiments master-or Lord of the Mayonnaise- I didn't have an official title. I literally stood behind the condiments bar all day. There wasn't much to do, so a manager eventually came up to me and said "Christian, you need to look busier." So I started refilling the salt, napkins, and utensils like 6 at a time, so I would have to refill them more often.
Other than that, the job didn't consist of much more than exploding ketchup all over myself and constantly repeating "Sorry, no tartar sauce." That was yesterday.
This morning I got up, and in the spirit of tradition, was hardly conscious as I got ready for work. When I was at work, I looked down at my feet to see I wore my flip flops. Company policy says a worker needs close heeled sandals or they can't work. So I had to work through that fiasco, and as a result, I was again put on the Extras List.
This was a bad day to be on the ET. The previous night, a pipe broke, flooding the whole lazy river with Creek Water. So...I got to shovel mud out of the creek...for the REST OF THE DAY. Literally the whole shift I spent with a dozen other people, using a push broom to shovel muddy water into suction tubes. And as Mary Poppins Chimney Sweep Aqua Team-ish as it was, it was exhausting and slightly miserable. Of course a storm decided to hit, and I was drenched during the last hour of work. I most likely have pneumonia. I can feel it.