Hmm, not actually left by myself
Steve and Janel went down to his hometown for the weekend, and of course Randy's disappeared. So until Sunday night I'm by myself here in the apartment. Of course, I couldn't go with them because my weekend's occupied by work. Today we had a pre-opening meeting, then I had to come in later to close. Sam wanted to switch shifts with me so he could go to the basketball game, but I figured I'd be better served by taking a midday nap. Almost didn't wake up again in time!
After closing up shop past 11 tonight, Mike and I went to Friday's. We're still in our uniforms and some guy smoking/drinking outside asked us if we were flight attendants. "Oh hecks, yeah!," I say. "Yeah, on the S.S. Suck," Mike adds. The dude laughs, and I'm pretty sure he was too inebriated to catch the sarcasm. Mike sees someone waving to us, and it turns out to be a bunch of fellow blue-shirts. We grab a couple stools from the surrounding area and join the already full table. Also turns out it's Bunny's 22nd birthday. Also, also turns out she'd left Best Buy to work at Sears selling TV's with commission. Better paying, she says. Better paying switching to Geek Squad, I respond. (Seriously, though... We get paid a lot more at Geek Squad than people who've been in other departments for years and years. It's almost embarrassing.)
Mike cuts out early, and the cast of characters continues to shrink and grow as people come and go. I wind up sticking around with everybody past last call and enjoy a few drinks. Red-headed slut: I didn't realize this was supposed to be a shot. I've always had it in big cups. Tootsie Pop: holy cow, it tastes like a blueberry tootsie pop complete with a chocolate aftertaste. Apple Pie: eh. But the cinnamon doesn't burn as much as if taken straight.
Too many people, too many rounds of drinks results in an accounting clusterfuck when trying to figure out the bill.
Interestingly an educational evening. Aside from appreciating a new drink, Cricket also taught us how to pervert some sign language into cursing/dirty things with a few modifications and how racist-ly simple it is to sign different races. I also learned that whiskey is a further distilled form of beer. Hmm. So they can make beer taste good? Whodathunkit?
And then arriving home, I realize that I probably should have come home earlier so that I could wash my uniform for tomorrow... So that's why I'm still up and posting instead of getting rest.
After closing up shop past 11 tonight, Mike and I went to Friday's. We're still in our uniforms and some guy smoking/drinking outside asked us if we were flight attendants. "Oh hecks, yeah!," I say. "Yeah, on the S.S. Suck," Mike adds. The dude laughs, and I'm pretty sure he was too inebriated to catch the sarcasm. Mike sees someone waving to us, and it turns out to be a bunch of fellow blue-shirts. We grab a couple stools from the surrounding area and join the already full table. Also turns out it's Bunny's 22nd birthday. Also, also turns out she'd left Best Buy to work at Sears selling TV's with commission. Better paying, she says. Better paying switching to Geek Squad, I respond. (Seriously, though... We get paid a lot more at Geek Squad than people who've been in other departments for years and years. It's almost embarrassing.)
Mike cuts out early, and the cast of characters continues to shrink and grow as people come and go. I wind up sticking around with everybody past last call and enjoy a few drinks. Red-headed slut: I didn't realize this was supposed to be a shot. I've always had it in big cups. Tootsie Pop: holy cow, it tastes like a blueberry tootsie pop complete with a chocolate aftertaste. Apple Pie: eh. But the cinnamon doesn't burn as much as if taken straight.
Too many people, too many rounds of drinks results in an accounting clusterfuck when trying to figure out the bill.
Interestingly an educational evening. Aside from appreciating a new drink, Cricket also taught us how to pervert some sign language into cursing/dirty things with a few modifications and how racist-ly simple it is to sign different races. I also learned that whiskey is a further distilled form of beer. Hmm. So they can make beer taste good? Whodathunkit?
And then arriving home, I realize that I probably should have come home earlier so that I could wash my uniform for tomorrow... So that's why I'm still up and posting instead of getting rest.