Price check on Liz's ass
SEAN'S BACK!!!! Remember Sean? I think I mentioned him before. He's one of the managers. And he's quite gay. And we're buddies. He was opening a store in Massachusetts for the past month or so, and now he's BACK!! Yay!! I think we're gonna get drunk together sometime soon. He's actually 21, but age-shmage. He invited me to hang out tonight, but we decided 2 people getting drunk together is a little sad, and we'd probably end up watching The Princess Bride and then passing out. But SOON.
Also, he invented "Zombie Iced Coffee" as the Halloween special, and I did the sign for it. It's just cold brewed coffee, but you put a couple packets of Splenda in it, and it tastes GREAT - plus, it's got enough caffine to "bring you back from the dead" (hyuck hyuck).
Oooh. But I forgot to leave a note to explain it to people working tomorrow, since I have tomorrow off. Oops.
In 2 days, I will have this house to myself for over a week. I am excitedamundo.
Mark pesters me on a regular basis, and ever since I gave him my cell number, the pestering has extended to text messages (this morning, I woke up to a text message from him with random U2 song lyrics, to which I responded with more lyrics from that song - this became a contest to see if he could stump me. Then when I was late because of a doctor's appointment [I'd been excused by a manager], he sent me 3 texts: "You're late", "Late late late", and "Hide and seek you're it go". Good god...) So tonight, he comes over to bug me and whatnot, and tells me, "Sssh, I stuck some barcodes on Sean, don't say anything". This is quite evil, because when we leave at night, we of course have to go through the front doors, and thus through the anti-theft barriers. So if you've got a barcode stuck you, you're going to beep.
I beeped taking the trash through the back cafe door, but this has happened before when there's been a stray code in the trash can, so I thought nothing of it. THEN, in the back room when we were getting our shit together, Sean goes, "Liz honey, you've been coded." I had TWO codes on my back. Mark giggled evilly, I promised revenge, and we continued toward the front. About midway through the store, Michelle starts laughing from behind me. "Liz... there's another code on your butt." WHAT?! Mark says he was proud of that one, because he was standing a bit away from me, threw it at me, and it stuck there (I was going to say, because I think I'd recall him slapping my ass...) So I threw that one in the trash next to the anti-theft barrier, and the beeping went off. We thought it was from the one in the trash, but that hardly makes sense because it was on the OTHER side of the barrier. So I moved it away and the beeping stopped. I tried to walk through, and set it off again. WTF?! We all looked at Mark, who grinned, and said, "Apron." Low and behold, there was one on my apron. That bitch stuck a total of FOUR barcodes on me, let alone one on my ASS. So basically, I have to get him back really, really well. Luckily, Sean told him off because the one on my butt could actually be construed as sexual harassment. Ha HA!
"I think everyone has that ONE thing that makes them immediately weak-kneed, and for me it's Irish accents. Like the other day, Joey was talking to me in one, and I was like 'Buh HUH'..." -me
"It doesn't hurt that he's adorable." -Michelle
"No. No it doesn't."
It really, really doesn't.
Also, he invented "Zombie Iced Coffee" as the Halloween special, and I did the sign for it. It's just cold brewed coffee, but you put a couple packets of Splenda in it, and it tastes GREAT - plus, it's got enough caffine to "bring you back from the dead" (hyuck hyuck).
Oooh. But I forgot to leave a note to explain it to people working tomorrow, since I have tomorrow off. Oops.
In 2 days, I will have this house to myself for over a week. I am excitedamundo.
Mark pesters me on a regular basis, and ever since I gave him my cell number, the pestering has extended to text messages (this morning, I woke up to a text message from him with random U2 song lyrics, to which I responded with more lyrics from that song - this became a contest to see if he could stump me. Then when I was late because of a doctor's appointment [I'd been excused by a manager], he sent me 3 texts: "You're late", "Late late late", and "Hide and seek you're it go". Good god...) So tonight, he comes over to bug me and whatnot, and tells me, "Sssh, I stuck some barcodes on Sean, don't say anything". This is quite evil, because when we leave at night, we of course have to go through the front doors, and thus through the anti-theft barriers. So if you've got a barcode stuck you, you're going to beep.
I beeped taking the trash through the back cafe door, but this has happened before when there's been a stray code in the trash can, so I thought nothing of it. THEN, in the back room when we were getting our shit together, Sean goes, "Liz honey, you've been coded." I had TWO codes on my back. Mark giggled evilly, I promised revenge, and we continued toward the front. About midway through the store, Michelle starts laughing from behind me. "Liz... there's another code on your butt." WHAT?! Mark says he was proud of that one, because he was standing a bit away from me, threw it at me, and it stuck there (I was going to say, because I think I'd recall him slapping my ass...) So I threw that one in the trash next to the anti-theft barrier, and the beeping went off. We thought it was from the one in the trash, but that hardly makes sense because it was on the OTHER side of the barrier. So I moved it away and the beeping stopped. I tried to walk through, and set it off again. WTF?! We all looked at Mark, who grinned, and said, "Apron." Low and behold, there was one on my apron. That bitch stuck a total of FOUR barcodes on me, let alone one on my ASS. So basically, I have to get him back really, really well. Luckily, Sean told him off because the one on my butt could actually be construed as sexual harassment. Ha HA!
"I think everyone has that ONE thing that makes them immediately weak-kneed, and for me it's Irish accents. Like the other day, Joey was talking to me in one, and I was like 'Buh HUH'..." -me
"It doesn't hurt that he's adorable." -Michelle
"No. No it doesn't."
It really, really doesn't.