Work: LOLZ
So, I don't know if I've fully explained and elaborated on my Security Job here at school, but basically, I sit at a desk in the entry way and sign in the people who live in the dorm's guests. It's....not a great job, but I get $8 an hour, which is high for around here, and I get to do homework. So, it's not really that bad, and I'm not complaining.
Tonight, though, was terrible. It wasn't as bad as the night that the RA's crashed the party of those wedirdo drunkards, but...it was INTERESTING.
So, 9 o'clock. I'm sitting at my desk, I have to work from 8pm until 3am. (So, FYI, if you ever get a 3am comment from me, it's from when I just got out of work and my brain is fried) So yeah, sitting at my desk. THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF!!! ;-; I flip open the handbook and look for what to do. The instructions are as follows: 1) Call 911 2) Call Dispatch and tell them that there is a fire alarm 3) Stay at the desk unless there is physical threat to you, or a officer or fire person tells you to move.
O.o; I hate calling people. I don't want to call 911 for a fire that certainly is alerted by other people, so I just call dispatch and sit at my desk as all of the security supervisors run to my building. So, we find out, no fire, (someone pulled it for no reason, Oh Cashin...) but the firemen leave before telling us that and before turning the elevator back on, which results in millions of people whining at me about the broken elevator. LOLZ!!! >.> Okay, I gotta walk up 4 flights of stairs, everyday. Walking up eight ONCE won't kill you. >.> Lazy pampered Sylvanites.
Then, since I'm working in Cashin, my smoking buddies keep coming and going. Most of the kids who smoke are pretty cool, and I like them. :D Not like they talk to me or anything, but like, I gave them names. There's Tank Top, who is never wearing clothing that doesn't show off her big boobs, Gay Kid, Green Jacket...and some others, but I randomly run into them on campus and I sometimes wanna go, "HEY! A Cashin Smoking Buddy!" Since that is what I call them as a collective group. XD;;
Anyway, so...there are some creepy druggy kids who are going and coming a lot, but not as often as the Smoking Buddies. There is this one girl who I really get the jibblies from, she wears this white coat and is totally stoned, like ALL THE TIME. She is...ehfrujasikdfso;ajdw/. EW. Just, yeah. She was there tonight in all her trashy glory.
And then, one of the regular Smoking Buddies, got REALLY drunk, so she was getting helped back to her room, and she fell down in the elevator. Hahahahah! It's another meaning to the words "fall-down drunk". XD; The guy helping her was like, "No, you gotta stand up! C'mon!" XD;;; I know it shouldn't be funny, but she fell and then the elevator doors closed and I heard her say, "Oh, I hit my head." Like she was just relating something like the weather. And then the guy went, "I know you did, come on, stand up." XD;; The elevator didn't move for like three, minutes as he tried to coax her to stand up. I tried not to laugh, but honestly. XD;;;
And...then there was one of the druggie kids...he came out wearing a skirt and high heels, and he was pretty trashed, so...*cough* Let me write you a math equation: Drunk + Dude + High Heels = HILARITY. XD;; That dude couldn't walk in heels to save his life.
Oh, honestly, Cashin, you surprise me with your utter insanity. XD;;;;
And I just thought I should let you all know something else I learned at work: Eels eat lightning. *cracks up* XD;; Oh, it's true. 8D
Ugh, yes, I should go to bed now. I got a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow. ;-; I hate having my weekend eaten up by work...but I hate being poor more, so I guess I shouldn't complain. XD; *snuggle* Night, everyone!
Tonight, though, was terrible. It wasn't as bad as the night that the RA's crashed the party of those wedirdo drunkards, but...it was INTERESTING.
So, 9 o'clock. I'm sitting at my desk, I have to work from 8pm until 3am. (So, FYI, if you ever get a 3am comment from me, it's from when I just got out of work and my brain is fried) So yeah, sitting at my desk. THE FIRE ALARM GOES OFF!!! ;-; I flip open the handbook and look for what to do. The instructions are as follows: 1) Call 911 2) Call Dispatch and tell them that there is a fire alarm 3) Stay at the desk unless there is physical threat to you, or a officer or fire person tells you to move.
O.o; I hate calling people. I don't want to call 911 for a fire that certainly is alerted by other people, so I just call dispatch and sit at my desk as all of the security supervisors run to my building. So, we find out, no fire, (someone pulled it for no reason, Oh Cashin...) but the firemen leave before telling us that and before turning the elevator back on, which results in millions of people whining at me about the broken elevator. LOLZ!!! >.> Okay, I gotta walk up 4 flights of stairs, everyday. Walking up eight ONCE won't kill you. >.> Lazy pampered Sylvanites.
Then, since I'm working in Cashin, my smoking buddies keep coming and going. Most of the kids who smoke are pretty cool, and I like them. :D Not like they talk to me or anything, but like, I gave them names. There's Tank Top, who is never wearing clothing that doesn't show off her big boobs, Gay Kid, Green Jacket...and some others, but I randomly run into them on campus and I sometimes wanna go, "HEY! A Cashin Smoking Buddy!" Since that is what I call them as a collective group. XD;;
Anyway, so...there are some creepy druggy kids who are going and coming a lot, but not as often as the Smoking Buddies. There is this one girl who I really get the jibblies from, she wears this white coat and is totally stoned, like ALL THE TIME. She is...ehfrujasikdfso;ajdw/. EW. Just, yeah. She was there tonight in all her trashy glory.
And then, one of the regular Smoking Buddies, got REALLY drunk, so she was getting helped back to her room, and she fell down in the elevator. Hahahahah! It's another meaning to the words "fall-down drunk". XD; The guy helping her was like, "No, you gotta stand up! C'mon!" XD;;; I know it shouldn't be funny, but she fell and then the elevator doors closed and I heard her say, "Oh, I hit my head." Like she was just relating something like the weather. And then the guy went, "I know you did, come on, stand up." XD;; The elevator didn't move for like three, minutes as he tried to coax her to stand up. I tried not to laugh, but honestly. XD;;;
And...then there was one of the druggie kids...he came out wearing a skirt and high heels, and he was pretty trashed, so...*cough* Let me write you a math equation: Drunk + Dude + High Heels = HILARITY. XD;; That dude couldn't walk in heels to save his life.
Oh, honestly, Cashin, you surprise me with your utter insanity. XD;;;;
And I just thought I should let you all know something else I learned at work: Eels eat lightning. *cracks up* XD;; Oh, it's true. 8D
Ugh, yes, I should go to bed now. I got a bunch of stuff to do tomorrow. ;-; I hate having my weekend eaten up by work...but I hate being poor more, so I guess I shouldn't complain. XD; *snuggle* Night, everyone!