Gah!
As the sound of my forehead smacking the surface of my computer desk reverberated through my skull, I wondered to myself, "Merbear, didya ever think about sleeping before two in the morning?'
'No,' I politely replied to myself as I picked my head back up and re-read Jason's 2 blog entries for the ninth time.
I got called in to work today. Apparently Justin, the outgoing one, forgot to tell Kenny he needed today off, so it was either call in me or call in Hiram. So, of course, in true peon fashion, I dutifully went and grabbed work clothes from my apartment, and hauled my school books from the car to the back room of the arcade, and I worked tonight. My night off. My night off with Adam. I'd make growly noises, just cause it irked me that much, but I'm too tired to make growly noises.
I'm getting enough sleep. I know I am. I just have such a full schedule it seems like. I'll get used to it, heck I actually enjoy it (as masichistic as that sounds). I like being a productive member of society. I'll just make sure that next time I have my writing spiral and my character notes with me. Writing another installment of 'Learning Curve' will allow me to not be 'wonky'. Cause I'm not going to have enough homework to fill all the time at work I spend sitting behind the ticket redemption counter. There are only so many time I can circle all the machines like a vulture before mothers begin thinking I'm trying to "prey" on their precious children. That is, if the mother is actually there with the child.
I lost count of how many "parentless" children came in to the arcade at 12. And I was only there for 6 hours on a weeknight. I also got tired of having to yell halfway across the arcade 'THAT AIR HOCKEY TABLE IS OUT OF ORDER!" (Patron: "WHY?!") "BECAUSE IT'S BROKEN." I'm sorry, sir, if I knew why it was broken, I would have probably gotten it fixed by now. Well, most likely not, because someone *cough*Skye*cough* bent the key to all the games so now we can't open them. All I can do is feed more tokens into the machines when it eats peoples money.
And on a 'hey! I'm a peon!' note, I managed to lock the keys to the back room in.... the back room. Skye is my favorite person of the day because after my frantic call to his cell phone, he came to the store and taught me how to break into our back room. I nearly cried for joy when he walked through the entrance of the arcade. Of course he was wearing that dorky and endearing head band wrapped around his head like some kind of jewish, over-educated, long haired, liberal ninja. After he taught me the trick to getting the "Employees Only" door open, I tackle hugged him.
Well since I've said alot about Skye without telling ya'll anything about him, let me spend a couple of minutes talking about him. I first met Skye when I moved to Alabama three years ago. He occasionally bought comics from the comic book store that Adam worked at and I basically lived at on the weekends (I spent as much time as I could with Adam that first six months). We occasionally saw each other in passing over the next two years without building much more than a casual (at best) aquiantanceship. Until Lee (one of my close friends here) and I went to the mall one afternoon and the three of us (Lee, Skye, and myself) ended up spending the entire time hanging out together at the arcade where Skye was working. Lee asked Skye for a job application and Skye handed one to me to fill out as well. Well, they needed someone for the summer and Adam and I were two of the people called for an interview. Skye was told by his manager that he was going to get to pick the person he hired, but apparently his manager only told him that to make him feel important. His manager hired one of his friends, and Skye went off to Illinois for the summer. I didn't know that Skye would be the one I was replacing until the day I was hired. Skye and I spent the six hours he trained me bantering back and forth on everything from religion to politics to relationships. This wasn't a fluke, but merely the way he and I always get along. We are both well spoken, educated individuals who are willing to look at things from another person's point of view. I never feel like he "refuses to see my side" of something we disagree on. Well, long story short, we traded cell numbers and now he's threatening to come to the store and hang out with me the next time I'm working. I can't say that I wouldn't enjoy that (in a completely pulatonic way, of course). I find him a lively debate partner. He's Jewish, by birth and by choice according to him. He's liberal, which of course forces me to really take stock of why I'm voting for Bush. But I'm tired, and I need sleep, so more later today.
'No,' I politely replied to myself as I picked my head back up and re-read Jason's 2 blog entries for the ninth time.
I got called in to work today. Apparently Justin, the outgoing one, forgot to tell Kenny he needed today off, so it was either call in me or call in Hiram. So, of course, in true peon fashion, I dutifully went and grabbed work clothes from my apartment, and hauled my school books from the car to the back room of the arcade, and I worked tonight. My night off. My night off with Adam. I'd make growly noises, just cause it irked me that much, but I'm too tired to make growly noises.
I'm getting enough sleep. I know I am. I just have such a full schedule it seems like. I'll get used to it, heck I actually enjoy it (as masichistic as that sounds). I like being a productive member of society. I'll just make sure that next time I have my writing spiral and my character notes with me. Writing another installment of 'Learning Curve' will allow me to not be 'wonky'. Cause I'm not going to have enough homework to fill all the time at work I spend sitting behind the ticket redemption counter. There are only so many time I can circle all the machines like a vulture before mothers begin thinking I'm trying to "prey" on their precious children. That is, if the mother is actually there with the child.
I lost count of how many "parentless" children came in to the arcade at 12. And I was only there for 6 hours on a weeknight. I also got tired of having to yell halfway across the arcade 'THAT AIR HOCKEY TABLE IS OUT OF ORDER!" (Patron: "WHY?!") "BECAUSE IT'S BROKEN." I'm sorry, sir, if I knew why it was broken, I would have probably gotten it fixed by now. Well, most likely not, because someone *cough*Skye*cough* bent the key to all the games so now we can't open them. All I can do is feed more tokens into the machines when it eats peoples money.
And on a 'hey! I'm a peon!' note, I managed to lock the keys to the back room in.... the back room. Skye is my favorite person of the day because after my frantic call to his cell phone, he came to the store and taught me how to break into our back room. I nearly cried for joy when he walked through the entrance of the arcade. Of course he was wearing that dorky and endearing head band wrapped around his head like some kind of jewish, over-educated, long haired, liberal ninja. After he taught me the trick to getting the "Employees Only" door open, I tackle hugged him.
Well since I've said alot about Skye without telling ya'll anything about him, let me spend a couple of minutes talking about him. I first met Skye when I moved to Alabama three years ago. He occasionally bought comics from the comic book store that Adam worked at and I basically lived at on the weekends (I spent as much time as I could with Adam that first six months). We occasionally saw each other in passing over the next two years without building much more than a casual (at best) aquiantanceship. Until Lee (one of my close friends here) and I went to the mall one afternoon and the three of us (Lee, Skye, and myself) ended up spending the entire time hanging out together at the arcade where Skye was working. Lee asked Skye for a job application and Skye handed one to me to fill out as well. Well, they needed someone for the summer and Adam and I were two of the people called for an interview. Skye was told by his manager that he was going to get to pick the person he hired, but apparently his manager only told him that to make him feel important. His manager hired one of his friends, and Skye went off to Illinois for the summer. I didn't know that Skye would be the one I was replacing until the day I was hired. Skye and I spent the six hours he trained me bantering back and forth on everything from religion to politics to relationships. This wasn't a fluke, but merely the way he and I always get along. We are both well spoken, educated individuals who are willing to look at things from another person's point of view. I never feel like he "refuses to see my side" of something we disagree on. Well, long story short, we traded cell numbers and now he's threatening to come to the store and hang out with me the next time I'm working. I can't say that I wouldn't enjoy that (in a completely pulatonic way, of course). I find him a lively debate partner. He's Jewish, by birth and by choice according to him. He's liberal, which of course forces me to really take stock of why I'm voting for Bush. But I'm tired, and I need sleep, so more later today.
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