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The pros at working where I work are very small. It basically ends at being a seven minute walk away from my house, free blueberry bagels and cute co-workers/funny bakers. The cons are endless. One of them being that everyone loves to blab. People at Tim Hortons on the other side of town know about my concussion and 15 plate drop incidents. And now the whole city is going to know about my hilarious/embarrassing as hell, "Really?!" response.
So Scott is this super cute baker and till worker at the store. He kind of looks like that guy, Michael, from my favourite Disney movie of all time, The Princess Diaries. (God, I feel like a loser. But admit it, you've seen the movie, you love the movie. It's everyones guilty pleasure.) Anyways, the guy is basically a look alike of him, except with a small bleach blond/pink stripe of colour in his hair. So I get to work yesterday, and Paul, our manager, decided to trade a couple of boxes of muffins/doughnuts for pizza from the Panago down the street. I was starved and needed dinner so I had a slice with him and Reanne. We end up talking about the Tim Hortons I worked at on Thursday, at Hillside mall, and he goes, "There's this one corner where none of the cameras can see you." And I agree saying, "Yeah. It's that supervisor corner where everybody drinks coffee when there are no costumers or anything to do." Scott's face when dead serious, "That's where everyone has sex." (Now that I think about it for the millionth time, it sounded totally stupid. But you had to be there.) Little old me goes, "Really?!" just out of reflex to stupid responses like that.
So I made another extremely stupid comment in front of another extremely pretty guy. I think Scott's number seven.
Anyways, I stopped by the store to return Scott's visor because I forgot mine at home before I came to work yesterday. I found his staring at the new blinking light that was installed for whatever reason. Mike, my assistant manager who's married (No one tells me anything!), comes stand beside me. "Karolina," he says, "What are you doing?" I reply back, "Looking at the blinking light." Mike coughs, "You do realize you're late for work by fifteen minutes right?" "No, I'm not." I reply back. Scott hasn't said anything yet. "Um, yeah, you are." I'm feeling very brave and such so I go, "No, I'm not. Look at the schedule. I don't work Saturdays unless someone is sick or it is at Hillside." Mike looks funny, "Look, four to eleven. August 11th. Karolina. You." I smile, "It's August 12th today, Mike." "...Oh. Alright. Anyways, fill this out, okay? Paul wants to enter you in this month's raffle." Scott and I are still looking at the blinking light. "Okay. Thanks." Scott finally says something, "What are you doing here anyways if you're not working." Stupid me, "I forget - wait, your visor!" And I hand that to him and go get an Iced Capp because I felt suddenly really tired.
That's the main event of my day. Later tonight we're having a huge dinner for my brother's birthday, which was last week. He got a new ID if anyone cares.
So Scott is this super cute baker and till worker at the store. He kind of looks like that guy, Michael, from my favourite Disney movie of all time, The Princess Diaries. (God, I feel like a loser. But admit it, you've seen the movie, you love the movie. It's everyones guilty pleasure.) Anyways, the guy is basically a look alike of him, except with a small bleach blond/pink stripe of colour in his hair. So I get to work yesterday, and Paul, our manager, decided to trade a couple of boxes of muffins/doughnuts for pizza from the Panago down the street. I was starved and needed dinner so I had a slice with him and Reanne. We end up talking about the Tim Hortons I worked at on Thursday, at Hillside mall, and he goes, "There's this one corner where none of the cameras can see you." And I agree saying, "Yeah. It's that supervisor corner where everybody drinks coffee when there are no costumers or anything to do." Scott's face when dead serious, "That's where everyone has sex." (Now that I think about it for the millionth time, it sounded totally stupid. But you had to be there.) Little old me goes, "Really?!" just out of reflex to stupid responses like that.
So I made another extremely stupid comment in front of another extremely pretty guy. I think Scott's number seven.
Anyways, I stopped by the store to return Scott's visor because I forgot mine at home before I came to work yesterday. I found his staring at the new blinking light that was installed for whatever reason. Mike, my assistant manager who's married (No one tells me anything!), comes stand beside me. "Karolina," he says, "What are you doing?" I reply back, "Looking at the blinking light." Mike coughs, "You do realize you're late for work by fifteen minutes right?" "No, I'm not." I reply back. Scott hasn't said anything yet. "Um, yeah, you are." I'm feeling very brave and such so I go, "No, I'm not. Look at the schedule. I don't work Saturdays unless someone is sick or it is at Hillside." Mike looks funny, "Look, four to eleven. August 11th. Karolina. You." I smile, "It's August 12th today, Mike." "...Oh. Alright. Anyways, fill this out, okay? Paul wants to enter you in this month's raffle." Scott and I are still looking at the blinking light. "Okay. Thanks." Scott finally says something, "What are you doing here anyways if you're not working." Stupid me, "I forget - wait, your visor!" And I hand that to him and go get an Iced Capp because I felt suddenly really tired.
That's the main event of my day. Later tonight we're having a huge dinner for my brother's birthday, which was last week. He got a new ID if anyone cares.