How do you stay on your feet when on every street it's trick-or-treat and tonight it's trick?!
So my day was starting out a little on the crappy side, and then it really perked up. I finished my Science Fair background paper during R&R, a big load off my mind, I got an A on this essay in English that I actually didn't think I'd done well on at all, and Becky informed me, since somehow I'd been previously unaware of this, that there was a costume contest at Outback tonight. I hadn't even put together a costume cause I was working tonight, and I assumed I wouldn't be allowed to wear one to work, so I had no time to come up with something that would have even come close to winning, but I did end up looking pretty cool in my "Starving Artist" Costume. So I was pretty happy...until I showed up at work.
From the minute I walked in the door at 3:40 (the restaurant doesn't even OPEN till four), there were ordersordersordersordersorders LIKE MAD!!! And I was the only person working to-go until 5:30! Thankfully, some other people helped out, then Lindsay got there. At like six, she asked if I would close for her cause she really wanted to go out with her friends for Halloween. I didn't have plans, I could use the money, Lindsay's been really nice helping me learn the ropes, and we close at ten on weekdays anyway, so while it was a minor inconvenience, it didn't seem like a big deal at all, and I said sure. Then, at the end of the night, came the closeout FROM HELL!!!!!!!!! Something had gotten seriously fucked up with our checks, and I had to spend what felt like hours but was really about an hour and a half going through everything and adding everything up on this goddamn ghetto adding machine that I want to smash against the wall. I got out of there at 11:35, consoling myself with the fact that I had managed to fix the closeout mistakes, tough as it was, and that I made $81 in tips tonight. Then I practically floored the car all the way home, just cause if I'm going faster than normal, I have to focus on driving, and it helps me stay awake (one of my greatest paranoias is that I'll fall asleep at the wheel). All the way home, that is, until I arrived at the intersection of fifty and Waples Mill.
Apparently, this was the time that the powers that be had chosen to paint the lines on the street. I admit, 11:45 at night is a pretty good time to do this, but at that moment it was a gargantuan pain in my ass, since it meant that I couldn't turn onto my street. They'd "detoured" the cars onto 50 West going towards West Ox Road, and I was like "wtf?" West Ox and Waples Mill do connect, but it would have taken forever to get to that point. So I was like "Fuck you, you whores, I can out-detour your detour" and I went past the West Ox exit to go turn around in the Fair Oaks mall parking lot. This meant that for a few minutes I had to drive on the freeway by myself in the dark, something I really do not enjoy. For those of you who've never experienced that, I hope you never do. The driving itself is easy, but it's just so terrifyingly lonely.
Anyway, I turned around in Fair Oaks, got back on 50 going the other way, and turned on Jermantown, which connects to Oakton, which connects to Waples Mill. I was going down Oakton, speeding a bit but not a lot, less than 10 miles over the limit, when all of a sudden I saw something in the road. From far away, it looked like a crushed cardboard box, but as I sped towards it I realized it was the mangled body of a deer that had been run over. It was horrible to look at, but my main concern was that I didn't have time to stop before hitting it. The thought of that thing stuck under my wheels or crashing through my windshield made me want to vomit. I swerved the car, avoided the deer carcass by inches, and drove the rest of the way home shaking.
Now I have physics hw to finish and an AP Stats test to study for, and I wasted even more time writing this. But I figured since I just had a truly Satanic evening and I won't get much sleep either way, I might as well vent a bit before buckling down to work.
Hope all of you had a more relaxing Halloween than I did.
From the minute I walked in the door at 3:40 (the restaurant doesn't even OPEN till four), there were ordersordersordersordersorders LIKE MAD!!! And I was the only person working to-go until 5:30! Thankfully, some other people helped out, then Lindsay got there. At like six, she asked if I would close for her cause she really wanted to go out with her friends for Halloween. I didn't have plans, I could use the money, Lindsay's been really nice helping me learn the ropes, and we close at ten on weekdays anyway, so while it was a minor inconvenience, it didn't seem like a big deal at all, and I said sure. Then, at the end of the night, came the closeout FROM HELL!!!!!!!!! Something had gotten seriously fucked up with our checks, and I had to spend what felt like hours but was really about an hour and a half going through everything and adding everything up on this goddamn ghetto adding machine that I want to smash against the wall. I got out of there at 11:35, consoling myself with the fact that I had managed to fix the closeout mistakes, tough as it was, and that I made $81 in tips tonight. Then I practically floored the car all the way home, just cause if I'm going faster than normal, I have to focus on driving, and it helps me stay awake (one of my greatest paranoias is that I'll fall asleep at the wheel). All the way home, that is, until I arrived at the intersection of fifty and Waples Mill.
Apparently, this was the time that the powers that be had chosen to paint the lines on the street. I admit, 11:45 at night is a pretty good time to do this, but at that moment it was a gargantuan pain in my ass, since it meant that I couldn't turn onto my street. They'd "detoured" the cars onto 50 West going towards West Ox Road, and I was like "wtf?" West Ox and Waples Mill do connect, but it would have taken forever to get to that point. So I was like "Fuck you, you whores, I can out-detour your detour" and I went past the West Ox exit to go turn around in the Fair Oaks mall parking lot. This meant that for a few minutes I had to drive on the freeway by myself in the dark, something I really do not enjoy. For those of you who've never experienced that, I hope you never do. The driving itself is easy, but it's just so terrifyingly lonely.
Anyway, I turned around in Fair Oaks, got back on 50 going the other way, and turned on Jermantown, which connects to Oakton, which connects to Waples Mill. I was going down Oakton, speeding a bit but not a lot, less than 10 miles over the limit, when all of a sudden I saw something in the road. From far away, it looked like a crushed cardboard box, but as I sped towards it I realized it was the mangled body of a deer that had been run over. It was horrible to look at, but my main concern was that I didn't have time to stop before hitting it. The thought of that thing stuck under my wheels or crashing through my windshield made me want to vomit. I swerved the car, avoided the deer carcass by inches, and drove the rest of the way home shaking.
Now I have physics hw to finish and an AP Stats test to study for, and I wasted even more time writing this. But I figured since I just had a truly Satanic evening and I won't get much sleep either way, I might as well vent a bit before buckling down to work.
Hope all of you had a more relaxing Halloween than I did.