HER NAME WAS SHORTCAKE!
Today was of the good. We ended up getting a small truck (which is of the bad and the good. Bad because we don't have enough product for a store opening, but good because we didn't get the stuff the other stores were missing) and I did the offload from the truck to the people on the ground with the coordinator. It was 95 degrees outside and about 115 in the truck and we offloaded for about 45 minutes with boxes that were 45-50 lbs. I nearly died.
My roomies mistook me for a boy at breakfast with my backwards ball cap and sweatshirt. And then after the truck? I looked like a sweaty boy! Ha. Need proof? This was at a meal we had:
We are progressing really well and it looks like we will get a half day on Saturday and end up with Sunday off totally. Saturday we're going to go to little bourbon street and the hard rock and then we're going to find us some cowboys and cowboys hats. Sunday I think Jen is going to come up and who knows what trouble we will find.
We went to dinner tonight at the Crab Shack and it was so fuckin' hilarious. We all had bibs on and our waiter was interacting and Kim was being a kick. We saw this gigantic oar that said "Big Ass Texas Ore" and it was about 15 feet long and I said I was going to steal it to take home. Carmen thought it was hilarious and we planned my attack (I was going to jump on it, which would break the cables holding it above the bar. Then I would run away to wal-mart, our getaway meeting place. If anyone stopped me, I was going to beat them) and kept it as a running joke. Then this clown comes in and she's scary looking and eventually goes off to paint. We think this is weird shit. She walks outside to talk to customers and Carmen is cracking jokes and I can't breathe and I tell her I can't and then Amanda chimes in that she's going to pee.
At this point my head is on the table and then I hear it--the clown's voice. And then Carmen is whisking us away, whispering to me that I should wack the clown with the oar. By this point I can barely stand and I'm trying to relate the story to Margie outside of the establishment when the freakin' clown pops up in the window and starts coming out saying I was scared of her. We ran into our cars and down the road. Turns out her name was shortcake. Hot damn.
So, texas has the funniest people ever. We also had this guy who cornered us in the wal-mart parking lot and was asking if we'd vote for him, even though it had nothing to do with politics or religion. Margie, our coordinator who is in her fifties and from Georgia said, "Sorry, sir, but I'm from a different planet" and we just nearly peed as a group.
This ladies are freakin' hilarious. Texas is good, but hot. The work is long, but worth it. Um. Yeah. Good times. I can't wait to come home and go on vacation though. So. EXCITED.
My roomies mistook me for a boy at breakfast with my backwards ball cap and sweatshirt. And then after the truck? I looked like a sweaty boy! Ha. Need proof? This was at a meal we had:
We are progressing really well and it looks like we will get a half day on Saturday and end up with Sunday off totally. Saturday we're going to go to little bourbon street and the hard rock and then we're going to find us some cowboys and cowboys hats. Sunday I think Jen is going to come up and who knows what trouble we will find.
We went to dinner tonight at the Crab Shack and it was so fuckin' hilarious. We all had bibs on and our waiter was interacting and Kim was being a kick. We saw this gigantic oar that said "Big Ass Texas Ore" and it was about 15 feet long and I said I was going to steal it to take home. Carmen thought it was hilarious and we planned my attack (I was going to jump on it, which would break the cables holding it above the bar. Then I would run away to wal-mart, our getaway meeting place. If anyone stopped me, I was going to beat them) and kept it as a running joke. Then this clown comes in and she's scary looking and eventually goes off to paint. We think this is weird shit. She walks outside to talk to customers and Carmen is cracking jokes and I can't breathe and I tell her I can't and then Amanda chimes in that she's going to pee.
At this point my head is on the table and then I hear it--the clown's voice. And then Carmen is whisking us away, whispering to me that I should wack the clown with the oar. By this point I can barely stand and I'm trying to relate the story to Margie outside of the establishment when the freakin' clown pops up in the window and starts coming out saying I was scared of her. We ran into our cars and down the road. Turns out her name was shortcake. Hot damn.
So, texas has the funniest people ever. We also had this guy who cornered us in the wal-mart parking lot and was asking if we'd vote for him, even though it had nothing to do with politics or religion. Margie, our coordinator who is in her fifties and from Georgia said, "Sorry, sir, but I'm from a different planet" and we just nearly peed as a group.
This ladies are freakin' hilarious. Texas is good, but hot. The work is long, but worth it. Um. Yeah. Good times. I can't wait to come home and go on vacation though. So. EXCITED.