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Man. Work is odd. Don't get me wrong, I'm gonna love my $450+ paycheck next week. I mean. After I put back a couple of car payments and some gas money...I'm gonna love it. :) But, Jesus. Like, today, we didn't do ANYTHING. I felt robbed of my time. Or. Well. I guess I felt that THEY should feel robbed of their time/money for paying me to be there. They thought it would be fun if we played games that consisted of "who knows the pathetically easy-to-answer company policy question" and "which of 3 teams can cheer the loudest." Now, at first, I wasn't too bothered by either game. I just wasn't actively participating. They split up me and my funny friends. I was all alone with some people I'd barely seen throughout training, but we all seemed to be unified by two things: we hated the cheer, and we were getting pretty pissed off at the girl with orange hair. The girl with orange hair...seems to have some kind of...mental/maturity problem. She was *Really* getting into the games and arguing with the supervisors when she didn't win. Well, obviously, the other "teams" were cheating b/c...you know..everyone numbered off and Ones and Twos and Threes were supposed to go to their groups. Somehow my group (team 3) only had 8 people while everyone else had...more than 8 people *cue Twilight Zone theme*. Orange decided that this meant that we needed extra help with our cheer. And we didn't. It was just that...me and...the other 3 people at my table had decided to mouth the cheer instead of actually cheer. Yeah. Well, Orange was all like, in our faces yelling "GIVE ME AN 'S'" so loud that her face turned red, and...it uhmm...well, it SCARED me. I wasn't sure whether to stare in awe, continue to pretend to cheer, or to run. Well, after the cheer (once she found out that we lost), she pointed out our table (she along with some old man who was also upset that we didn't pull our weight or whatever) and was like "It's because THEY DIDN'T CHEER. They need to cheer by themselves tomorrow. I want a new team blahblahblah." We were laughing inside, but it pissed me off that a manager didn't stop her from harassing us. I might put a comment into the comment box about it. The girl's a freakin nut.
Hmm. Memories.
Hmm. Memories.