I remembered this story the other day and felt the need to share. Why is middle school the most awkward time ever?
When I was 13 I received my very first (and ONLY) Valentine from a cute boy that I liked. His name was Ben and I was so excited. I got him a hat of a sports team that he liked and something for tennis or soccer or some random sport that he played.
His mom drove him over to my house and we sat on the couch to exchange gifts. He had asked me what I would like and I told him I liked chocolate and stuffed animals! Which is cliche, but very very true. So what did he get me? A stuffed animal with chocolate tied to it in pink ribbon! They had beautiful ribbon curls so his mom either wrapped it or he ended up being gay. Knowing me, it was probably the latter.
I, like any other thirteen year old, was gushing over the stuffed animal when I went to give it a hug. It was a small bunny and I remember thinking it was sooo cute...until it squeaked. I paused and examined the fabric and the fact that the squeaker was very high pitched and took up most of the animal. It took me a few minutes to realize that he had not given me a stuffed animal. Oh no.
It was a dog toy.
He later told me he found it at Kroger...near the dog food. So. Yeah.
...Ten years later I still remember that day! Excited little me sitting on the couch, receiving a dog toy as a valentine.
February 16, 2011
February 2, 2011
There's Something About Macy's
Okay. So, working in the mall, a lot of my customers are mall employees. This can be good and bad, depending on the day. They all understand that customers can be a real pain in the ass, so are sometimes forgiving when I'm in a bad mood. Unfortunately most stores give their employees breaks at the same time and I get swamped with people telling me they only have fifteen minutes and will I please hurry up. Sometimes I want to inform them that I don't GET breaks, which is, in fact, illegal. BUT I don't mention it. I usually have nice talks with the mall people and like it when they come by to say hi.
Then there are the Macy's employees.
Woo boy. I get it, Macy's SUCKS. I've known several people that worked there during school and wanted to shoot themselves in the head. This store opens first, closes last, and doesn't care about their employees one bit. This makes them bitter and hateful people. They bring their bitterness to my coffee hut and enjoy taking it out on me. Here's the deal. Working in the Macy's shoe department does not put you up on a hire playing field. You are still down here in "crappy minimum wage day job" land with me.
I have this one lady that comes by several times a week to get a soy white mocha with no whip cream and she is scary. She's probably about 35...maybe 40. It's hard to tell because she's had about four face lifts, 300 injections of botox, her lips plumped, and kind of just looks like a big stick of shiny plastic. She can't smile anymore because her face doesn't really move so clearly she is just...not happy. ANYWAY. She comes by every night and is just SO PICKY with everything. Her milk needs to be 154 degrees (IMPOSSIBLE) and she also wants two cups, three chocolate covered coffee beans, and a drink holder for her ONE DRINK. THEN she wants free stamps for her punch card and free cream cheese for her bagel because she comes by every shift and we should just give her free things. When you tell her no to these free things, she starts yelling about how we are not loyal to our customers. Um. I do not wince at her face when the light from our hut bounces off the plastic. I've stopped staring at her with my mouth open when she is walking away. I have NOT mentioned that doing the whole soy thing with white mocha is stupid because white mocha has dairy in it...I mean. THAT IS LOYALTY.
Another lady that comes by all the time always tells me that she's going to teach me a lesson for being rude by stealing my tip jar(I'm never rude to her, btw. But I sure would love to be one day! Tell her her purple hair is ugly and that she can get her friggin dollar fifty cup of coffee somewhere else). EVERY DAY she comes by and goes "Young woman, you should not leave this open, I'm going to steal it from you. You can't just leave the tips out here, everyone will take them. You're not going to make any money that way." One day I was so overwhelmed by the line of people and her spouting at me that I just looked at her and said, "MA'AM I AM SORRY OKAY?!" And she just kept lecturing about the darn tip jar. Honestly, I've had tips stolen once. In six months. ONCE. Generally people are trust worthy, and if it ever goes missing, I'm going to stomp into Macy's and demand she give it back.
Then there is the guy that orders a hazelnut latte and comes back every day asking if he can have a free refill. No. No you can't. Macy's people really like free stuff. I mean, I would NEVER walk into their store, pick up a towel and go, "I'm buying this one...so you're going to give me this other one for free." Like. I just don't get it.
Just...never work at Macy's. You will be a better person for it.
Then there are the Macy's employees.
Woo boy. I get it, Macy's SUCKS. I've known several people that worked there during school and wanted to shoot themselves in the head. This store opens first, closes last, and doesn't care about their employees one bit. This makes them bitter and hateful people. They bring their bitterness to my coffee hut and enjoy taking it out on me. Here's the deal. Working in the Macy's shoe department does not put you up on a hire playing field. You are still down here in "crappy minimum wage day job" land with me.
I have this one lady that comes by several times a week to get a soy white mocha with no whip cream and she is scary. She's probably about 35...maybe 40. It's hard to tell because she's had about four face lifts, 300 injections of botox, her lips plumped, and kind of just looks like a big stick of shiny plastic. She can't smile anymore because her face doesn't really move so clearly she is just...not happy. ANYWAY. She comes by every night and is just SO PICKY with everything. Her milk needs to be 154 degrees (IMPOSSIBLE) and she also wants two cups, three chocolate covered coffee beans, and a drink holder for her ONE DRINK. THEN she wants free stamps for her punch card and free cream cheese for her bagel because she comes by every shift and we should just give her free things. When you tell her no to these free things, she starts yelling about how we are not loyal to our customers. Um. I do not wince at her face when the light from our hut bounces off the plastic. I've stopped staring at her with my mouth open when she is walking away. I have NOT mentioned that doing the whole soy thing with white mocha is stupid because white mocha has dairy in it...I mean. THAT IS LOYALTY.
Another lady that comes by all the time always tells me that she's going to teach me a lesson for being rude by stealing my tip jar(I'm never rude to her, btw. But I sure would love to be one day! Tell her her purple hair is ugly and that she can get her friggin dollar fifty cup of coffee somewhere else). EVERY DAY she comes by and goes "Young woman, you should not leave this open, I'm going to steal it from you. You can't just leave the tips out here, everyone will take them. You're not going to make any money that way." One day I was so overwhelmed by the line of people and her spouting at me that I just looked at her and said, "MA'AM I AM SORRY OKAY?!" And she just kept lecturing about the darn tip jar. Honestly, I've had tips stolen once. In six months. ONCE. Generally people are trust worthy, and if it ever goes missing, I'm going to stomp into Macy's and demand she give it back.
Then there is the guy that orders a hazelnut latte and comes back every day asking if he can have a free refill. No. No you can't. Macy's people really like free stuff. I mean, I would NEVER walk into their store, pick up a towel and go, "I'm buying this one...so you're going to give me this other one for free." Like. I just don't get it.
Just...never work at Macy's. You will be a better person for it.
January 20, 2011
I'm Actually Smart...
People don't listen to me. Like...seriously, most of the time I know what I'm talking about and people REALLY don't listen to me. Customers that come and lecture me about something on our menu that isn't made the "right way" (aka the Starbucks way...which is really not the right way, they burn most of their espresso drinks and their macchiato is a LIE) just make me mad. Being a Barista isn't like my dream job or anything, but I still know what I'm talking about.
Friends that ask me for advice generally don't listen to me either. I'm right...just go with that thought. ;D
The other day my boss' husband swung by the shop to drop off some stuff/fix a pipe that was broken. While he was there he was trying to put a new mop head on our mop. I watched him as he got out the pliers and started BANGING on the mop in an attempt to get it to separate...but it wasn't working. I picked up the directions and held them to him.
"Kelly...it says you need to push that handle in and then pull to the left."
"Right." He decided to turn it over and bang on the other end instead. "This thing is always so difficult."
I stared at him for a moment, throwing an apologetic look to anyone that had to walk by and deal with the noise. "Yeah it might be easier if you push that handle in...and pull to the left."
"No I don't need to do that" He said as he pulled the hammer from the drawer.
"Kelly, these are the directions."
"Jordan why don't you go dump the water bucket, okay? I'll fix the mop."
FINE. Fine. He banged on that stupid mop for twenty minutes and then when he finally got the old mop head free, it took him another ten minutes to get the new mop head on because he would not read the directions. While doing this, he broke off part of the mop and stared at me for a moment. "You girls don't use this part anyway, right? It's just a sweepy thing."
"No, Kelly, it's okay that you broke it."
"I didn't break it, you just don't need it on there."
I do not understand. Banging on something with a tool does not make it work. He left and I just laughed...we must have looked ridiculous. Here's this grown man banging on a mop with some pliers and a hammer and a puzzled looking girl holding the directions and trying to get a word in.
After he was gone, I pushed the handle in and pulled to the left and the mop head came right off. I am a genius. By the way I have to be awake in six hours. WHY AM I BLOGGING INSTEAD OF SLEEPING?
I like to type in all caps sometimes.
Friends that ask me for advice generally don't listen to me either. I'm right...just go with that thought. ;D
The other day my boss' husband swung by the shop to drop off some stuff/fix a pipe that was broken. While he was there he was trying to put a new mop head on our mop. I watched him as he got out the pliers and started BANGING on the mop in an attempt to get it to separate...but it wasn't working. I picked up the directions and held them to him.
"Kelly...it says you need to push that handle in and then pull to the left."
"Right." He decided to turn it over and bang on the other end instead. "This thing is always so difficult."
I stared at him for a moment, throwing an apologetic look to anyone that had to walk by and deal with the noise. "Yeah it might be easier if you push that handle in...and pull to the left."
"No I don't need to do that" He said as he pulled the hammer from the drawer.
"Kelly, these are the directions."
"Jordan why don't you go dump the water bucket, okay? I'll fix the mop."
FINE. Fine. He banged on that stupid mop for twenty minutes and then when he finally got the old mop head free, it took him another ten minutes to get the new mop head on because he would not read the directions. While doing this, he broke off part of the mop and stared at me for a moment. "You girls don't use this part anyway, right? It's just a sweepy thing."
"No, Kelly, it's okay that you broke it."
"I didn't break it, you just don't need it on there."
I do not understand. Banging on something with a tool does not make it work. He left and I just laughed...we must have looked ridiculous. Here's this grown man banging on a mop with some pliers and a hammer and a puzzled looking girl holding the directions and trying to get a word in.
After he was gone, I pushed the handle in and pulled to the left and the mop head came right off. I am a genius. By the way I have to be awake in six hours. WHY AM I BLOGGING INSTEAD OF SLEEPING?
I like to type in all caps sometimes.
January 14, 2011
It's New!
The year is new...and I started everything off with quite a bang by getting in a car wreck on New Year's Eve. So. That was fun.
Another exciting thing that happened is that we got bombarded with snow here in TN. I'd say it was about four inches at my house...of course I'm measuring that by how much of the puppies are hidden when they go run around outside. Nothing scientific, really.
I thoroughly enjoy the snow and always have. Unfortunately, the one friend that was stuck with me while it was snowy does NOT enjoy it so much...and was forced to play outside with me anyway.
Taylor bundled himself up in my dad's snow gear from like...1990 and we headed outside with a sponge sled that still had the tag on it. Taylor humored me and sledded down our giant hill once...but once he realized that snow was indeed going to get in his clothes and it was not pleasant, he decided to retreat to a safe area and build a snowman.
That's Svetlana. The snow woman visiting from Russia. Since it's much colder in Russia, she didn't see any reason to bring a scarf. She's still hanging out by the mail box, greeting any postal worker that happens to drive by.
Later that night, after getting bored of the house, we ventured the icy roads and made our way to the happiest place on Earth. Kroger. Sure enough, as soon as we walked inside we noticed that bread, milk, and eggs were all in very short supply. Any amount of accumulation in TN makes people believe that we WILL be stuck in our homes for the rest of our lives and we better have enough bread to make french toast, bread pudding, and lots of sandwiches all at the same time. (BTW - sandwich is like...the hardest word in the world for me to spell. I don't know why, I never get it right).
The snow is still on the ground and that means all grocery stores and targets are sold out of everything. The town of Brentwood has been invaded by these strange snow people that have taken to living in front yards, and I think those Uggs girls wear with mini skirts down here are finally being used as snow boots!!!
Another exciting thing that happened is that we got bombarded with snow here in TN. I'd say it was about four inches at my house...of course I'm measuring that by how much of the puppies are hidden when they go run around outside. Nothing scientific, really.
I thoroughly enjoy the snow and always have. Unfortunately, the one friend that was stuck with me while it was snowy does NOT enjoy it so much...and was forced to play outside with me anyway.
Taylor bundled himself up in my dad's snow gear from like...1990 and we headed outside with a sponge sled that still had the tag on it. Taylor humored me and sledded down our giant hill once...but once he realized that snow was indeed going to get in his clothes and it was not pleasant, he decided to retreat to a safe area and build a snowman.
That's Svetlana. The snow woman visiting from Russia. Since it's much colder in Russia, she didn't see any reason to bring a scarf. She's still hanging out by the mail box, greeting any postal worker that happens to drive by.
Later that night, after getting bored of the house, we ventured the icy roads and made our way to the happiest place on Earth. Kroger. Sure enough, as soon as we walked inside we noticed that bread, milk, and eggs were all in very short supply. Any amount of accumulation in TN makes people believe that we WILL be stuck in our homes for the rest of our lives and we better have enough bread to make french toast, bread pudding, and lots of sandwiches all at the same time. (BTW - sandwich is like...the hardest word in the world for me to spell. I don't know why, I never get it right).
The snow is still on the ground and that means all grocery stores and targets are sold out of everything. The town of Brentwood has been invaded by these strange snow people that have taken to living in front yards, and I think those Uggs girls wear with mini skirts down here are finally being used as snow boots!!!
December 23, 2010
Deck the Halls
CHRISTMAS TIIIIIME.
Yay.
I'm a big fan of tradition...mostly because I think change is really god awful and tradition means nothing changes. :D Christmas time for me is like a big tradition. We have a big tree, we open presents from youngest to oldest, my mom makes her Christmas fudge, and things are just good. Working really long hours lately has been pretty bad, but hopefully the mall will die down in a week or two.
I really need to start writing my post ideas down. When I'm driving, I'll start writing posts in my head and then I get home and have forgotten what I was going to write about. That's happened a few times now, actually. Woops.
My show is now over and I am very happy about that. Now after (or before) work, I actually have time to DO THINGS. Yay. I guess I should get used to being busy though. Until I get cast in a show that pays enough to support me, I'm probably going to be pulling long days for a while...having a day job and then going and doing a show at night is rough. Thankfully I get lots of free coffee. :)
I'm just going to end this post now because it's pretty lame and pointless.
Yay.
I'm a big fan of tradition...mostly because I think change is really god awful and tradition means nothing changes. :D Christmas time for me is like a big tradition. We have a big tree, we open presents from youngest to oldest, my mom makes her Christmas fudge, and things are just good. Working really long hours lately has been pretty bad, but hopefully the mall will die down in a week or two.
I really need to start writing my post ideas down. When I'm driving, I'll start writing posts in my head and then I get home and have forgotten what I was going to write about. That's happened a few times now, actually. Woops.
My show is now over and I am very happy about that. Now after (or before) work, I actually have time to DO THINGS. Yay. I guess I should get used to being busy though. Until I get cast in a show that pays enough to support me, I'm probably going to be pulling long days for a while...having a day job and then going and doing a show at night is rough. Thankfully I get lots of free coffee. :)
I'm just going to end this post now because it's pretty lame and pointless.
December 9, 2010
Whoa
WHOA. Let's talk about how busy I've been. REALLY BUSY. Sorry, I'm sure there are like 100 crazy customer stories I could tell, but...I can't quite remember what they all are right now.
I do know that one really mean customer can ruin my whole day. I don't know why, but mean people really upset me. I know I can be sarcastic and such....but I am never blatantly RUDE to people. I like to think that I am generally a good person. I wrote this in my Senior thesis...just because I'm paid nine dollars an hour, does not mean I am WORTH nine dollars an hour. I am not a nine dollar an hour human being. I deserve to be treated like a real person.
I had a lady the other day that was just so rude to me, I almost walked out from behind my register and smacked her. I wanted to tell her that she was fat and ugly and that being MEAN on top of that probably meant she didn't have many friends and that she wasn't making any at my coffee stand by telling us we were all idiots. But I didn't. Because I have manners. Do people not realize that if they are mean to me I WILL make their drink decaf with half of the sugar they requested? I'll do it. You want coffee? TOUGH.
Also...is it customary to tell people Happy Hanukkah no matter what? Cuz I've gotten that a lot lately. Do I look Jewish? Are people in TN so confused by their Baptist ways that they see a pale girl with brown hair and assume Jewish? Just wondering...
Merry Whatever. :D
I do know that one really mean customer can ruin my whole day. I don't know why, but mean people really upset me. I know I can be sarcastic and such....but I am never blatantly RUDE to people. I like to think that I am generally a good person. I wrote this in my Senior thesis...just because I'm paid nine dollars an hour, does not mean I am WORTH nine dollars an hour. I am not a nine dollar an hour human being. I deserve to be treated like a real person.
I had a lady the other day that was just so rude to me, I almost walked out from behind my register and smacked her. I wanted to tell her that she was fat and ugly and that being MEAN on top of that probably meant she didn't have many friends and that she wasn't making any at my coffee stand by telling us we were all idiots. But I didn't. Because I have manners. Do people not realize that if they are mean to me I WILL make their drink decaf with half of the sugar they requested? I'll do it. You want coffee? TOUGH.
Also...is it customary to tell people Happy Hanukkah no matter what? Cuz I've gotten that a lot lately. Do I look Jewish? Are people in TN so confused by their Baptist ways that they see a pale girl with brown hair and assume Jewish? Just wondering...
Merry Whatever. :D
November 13, 2010
The Show Must Go On...?
So. Last night was the opening night of the Christmas musical I'm in. I thought my biggest problem would be my singing. I'm getting over a cold and some of my high notes aren't quite what I want them to be yet. Going on stage for my number, I had a pounding heart as I considered how dry it was on stage. This...was not the biggest problem I encountered during my time on stage.
Oh no, a dry throat would have been NICE.
I'm there...singin' my song about angels. My voice isn't sucking, so I'm kind of happy about that. However, I notice something out of the corner of my eye...my 84 year old cast mate, Betty, is entering. She's not supposed to enter until AFTER my song. I'm not near the end of the song...is she going to come on stage and start doing her lines over my song? That would be weird.
She never quite got there, though.
To get on stage through the "front door" of the set, you have to walk up these tall steps. Betty USUALLY has someone behind her helping her up, but today she had entered way too early and that person had not realized she was gone. On Betty's way up the stairs, she started to wobble. Before I know it she has fallen off of the steps and crashed into the table below her (It's a dinner theatre, ya know). I have seen the whole thing, gasp, stop singing, and stand on stage with my mouth wide open.
Luckily, the children that do a bit of back up for me, kept going. So at least the 7 year olds were professionals...
Literally, I just stood there. Like a fish. Mouth wide open and staring at Betty, who is insisting to everyone around her that she is okay. Her son was in the play and he jumped off stage to make sure she was alright. Betty is okay, luckily. She could have seriously hurt herself...she has a new entrance now from the back of the stage. We're pretending The Waffle House has a "back entrance" now.
What a night. I didn't have to worry about my high notes...I never sang them! Six more weeks to get the show perfect. :D
Oh no, a dry throat would have been NICE.
I'm there...singin' my song about angels. My voice isn't sucking, so I'm kind of happy about that. However, I notice something out of the corner of my eye...my 84 year old cast mate, Betty, is entering. She's not supposed to enter until AFTER my song. I'm not near the end of the song...is she going to come on stage and start doing her lines over my song? That would be weird.
She never quite got there, though.
To get on stage through the "front door" of the set, you have to walk up these tall steps. Betty USUALLY has someone behind her helping her up, but today she had entered way too early and that person had not realized she was gone. On Betty's way up the stairs, she started to wobble. Before I know it she has fallen off of the steps and crashed into the table below her (It's a dinner theatre, ya know). I have seen the whole thing, gasp, stop singing, and stand on stage with my mouth wide open.
Luckily, the children that do a bit of back up for me, kept going. So at least the 7 year olds were professionals...
Literally, I just stood there. Like a fish. Mouth wide open and staring at Betty, who is insisting to everyone around her that she is okay. Her son was in the play and he jumped off stage to make sure she was alright. Betty is okay, luckily. She could have seriously hurt herself...she has a new entrance now from the back of the stage. We're pretending The Waffle House has a "back entrance" now.
What a night. I didn't have to worry about my high notes...I never sang them! Six more weeks to get the show perfect. :D
November 8, 2010
Bubble Wrap, Please.
Seriously. I'm falling apart. The other day I broke my toe by slipping on some water and...I dunno, next thing I know, my toe is twice its normal size and I'm hopping around on one foot.
The broken toe was annoying enough because walking was tough and it made working out kind of impossible. I've been trying to go to the gym at least three times a week, and a broken toe makes that REALLY DIFFICULT. If that wasn't bad enough, yesterday I woke up extremely sick. Fever, coughing, sneezing, you name it, I've got it. However, it was tech day so I spent 10 hours at the theatre, grumpy and popping dayquil like it was candy.
I think God is trying to tell me to quit acting. This is the third show in a row that I've been sick during tech week. It's not cute. I would actually like to be a decent performer. I can't do that if I don't have a voice!
Here's hoping I make it to Christmas. Though I may end up in a freak espresso machine related accident or something.
The broken toe was annoying enough because walking was tough and it made working out kind of impossible. I've been trying to go to the gym at least three times a week, and a broken toe makes that REALLY DIFFICULT. If that wasn't bad enough, yesterday I woke up extremely sick. Fever, coughing, sneezing, you name it, I've got it. However, it was tech day so I spent 10 hours at the theatre, grumpy and popping dayquil like it was candy.
I think God is trying to tell me to quit acting. This is the third show in a row that I've been sick during tech week. It's not cute. I would actually like to be a decent performer. I can't do that if I don't have a voice!
Here's hoping I make it to Christmas. Though I may end up in a freak espresso machine related accident or something.
November 4, 2010
Crazy Town
I've had to do a lot of driving lately because of my show/work. Most of this driving is done at rush hour, so it takes me an hour to get downtown to the theatre. The radio sucks right now and I don't have a ipod player for my car, so sometimes I am left to entertain myself when I'm stuck at a red light forever.
And, like any crazy person, I've taken to talking to myself in the car. Like...full on conversations. With myself. Usually about random things...like what I want for dinner or who I think is going to get kicked off of America's Next Top Model. I caught myself the other day, looked around and yelled out, "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!" I'm sure anyone that sees me in my car wants to get far far away. I've got to look absolutely nuts. There's no blue tooth in my ear, I am clearly talking to air.
When I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to the idiot drivers around me. Nobody downtown can drive, this is a fact. I do not consider myself an excellent driver, but I'm better than these morons. 45 on the interstate...? Really? I've seen many people drive right through red lights. I don't get it! And when somebody does something stupid on the road, I just start lecturing their car. Because, you know, they can totally hear me. It's like I'm their mother. I lay out a list of disasters that could have happened then start asking them if their head is on straight or if they are drunk or something.
Yup.
The radio needs to start picking up soon.
And, like any crazy person, I've taken to talking to myself in the car. Like...full on conversations. With myself. Usually about random things...like what I want for dinner or who I think is going to get kicked off of America's Next Top Model. I caught myself the other day, looked around and yelled out, "WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!" I'm sure anyone that sees me in my car wants to get far far away. I've got to look absolutely nuts. There's no blue tooth in my ear, I am clearly talking to air.
When I'm not talking to myself, I'm talking to the idiot drivers around me. Nobody downtown can drive, this is a fact. I do not consider myself an excellent driver, but I'm better than these morons. 45 on the interstate...? Really? I've seen many people drive right through red lights. I don't get it! And when somebody does something stupid on the road, I just start lecturing their car. Because, you know, they can totally hear me. It's like I'm their mother. I lay out a list of disasters that could have happened then start asking them if their head is on straight or if they are drunk or something.
Yup.
The radio needs to start picking up soon.
October 31, 2010
This is Halloween!
So. I didn't really have any fun Halloween plans this year. I guess the past few years have been so ridiculous that one peaceful year isn't so bad. I was hoping we would have a bunch of trick or treaters, but we only had 2. :(
Right now I'm watching The Walking Dead on AMC and in an attempt to not get ridiculously scared, am distracting myself with blogging. Why not turn it off, you say? Because. It's Halloween. Zombies are in order.
So yesterday at work, my boss asked us all to dress up because it was Trick or Treat day at the mall. I went as an 80s Material Girl. I thought I did a GOOD JOB dressing up.
However, NOBODY knew what I was. "What...are you exactly?" Was a question I heard often. And even though children didn't know who I was, little girls thought I was AWESOME. So, I guess that's something...right?
The mall sent out a flyer telling us to expect 3000 kids. I thought that sounded like a lot. Well. 3000 would have been NICE. I don't know how many screaming children there were...but it was more than 3000. It was AWFUL. Not only did we have to hand out candy, but we had a huge line of adults wanting coffee...and nobody was patient. Nobody CARED that we had more than one thing to do. If we were taking orders, children would scream "TRICK OR TREAT! TRICK OR TREAT!" over and over again until we gave them candy. If we were giving out candy, the people in line were asking us when they could order. One person had the audacity to walk up and go "WHERE'S THE STARBUCKS?" I just glared at her. I'm a very good glarer.
So by the end of my shift, I had a torn tutu, was soaked in coffee, had lost half of a fake eyelash, and was generally unhappy. Since the mall was so crowded, I didn't get a break. This made me very hungry. Because I was so hungry, I ate a ton of trick or treat candy, which then resulted in a sugar high/crash/stomach ache.
So that was my Halloween. The best costume I saw was a 2 year old as Nemo. It was SO CUTE. He had this big stuffed fish around him and he waved his arms around like he was swimming. I feel kind of bad for the little babies that get stuck in costumes in their strollers. I can't imagine it's very comfortable. They have no choice in the matter. What if they are a pumpkin and WANT to be a ninja? Very unfair.
Two and a half hours until Halloween is gone. I have a feeling that means the Tudor house will soon be decked out for Christmas!
Right now I'm watching The Walking Dead on AMC and in an attempt to not get ridiculously scared, am distracting myself with blogging. Why not turn it off, you say? Because. It's Halloween. Zombies are in order.
So yesterday at work, my boss asked us all to dress up because it was Trick or Treat day at the mall. I went as an 80s Material Girl. I thought I did a GOOD JOB dressing up.
However, NOBODY knew what I was. "What...are you exactly?" Was a question I heard often. And even though children didn't know who I was, little girls thought I was AWESOME. So, I guess that's something...right?
The mall sent out a flyer telling us to expect 3000 kids. I thought that sounded like a lot. Well. 3000 would have been NICE. I don't know how many screaming children there were...but it was more than 3000. It was AWFUL. Not only did we have to hand out candy, but we had a huge line of adults wanting coffee...and nobody was patient. Nobody CARED that we had more than one thing to do. If we were taking orders, children would scream "TRICK OR TREAT! TRICK OR TREAT!" over and over again until we gave them candy. If we were giving out candy, the people in line were asking us when they could order. One person had the audacity to walk up and go "WHERE'S THE STARBUCKS?" I just glared at her. I'm a very good glarer.
So by the end of my shift, I had a torn tutu, was soaked in coffee, had lost half of a fake eyelash, and was generally unhappy. Since the mall was so crowded, I didn't get a break. This made me very hungry. Because I was so hungry, I ate a ton of trick or treat candy, which then resulted in a sugar high/crash/stomach ache.
So that was my Halloween. The best costume I saw was a 2 year old as Nemo. It was SO CUTE. He had this big stuffed fish around him and he waved his arms around like he was swimming. I feel kind of bad for the little babies that get stuck in costumes in their strollers. I can't imagine it's very comfortable. They have no choice in the matter. What if they are a pumpkin and WANT to be a ninja? Very unfair.
Two and a half hours until Halloween is gone. I have a feeling that means the Tudor house will soon be decked out for Christmas!
October 12, 2010
Do You Mean Marine Biologist?
I thought working in TN would be a lot different than Chicago. I understood that in a large city like that, I was going to get crazy and mean people. However, people are much more polite down south, so I thought the worse I would get was snooty Brentwood moms that were too worried about their calorie intake and giant SUVs to remember what "please" and "thank you" meant. While I do see several of these women daily, I also manage to get the occasional whack job in there as well.
The other day I was at the stand and this guy walked out of the shoe store to get some coffee. He was in a military uniform, though I'm not sure WHY he was wearing it in the mall. He ordered his drink, and while I made it he had a very...interesting conversation with me and the other girl that was working with me.
"So. Has anyone ever approached you two about joining the marines?"
"Um, no, I can't say they have."
"You look like you could kick some butt...how old are you guys? 16?"
I laughed at this. I had my hair in pigtails, but I certainly don't think I look like a sixteen year old.
I'm VERY good at avoiding eye contact when I think something is getting awkward, so I sorta ducked behind the espresso machine while I made the drink and left the other girl to deal with him. They talked a bit, and she informed him that she was 25, married, and wanted to start a family. The marines were not for her.
"What about you, Harry Potter? You ever thought about being a marine?"
Ok. I had my Harry Potter shirt on. I'll have you know that I got a compliment from every fourteen year old that came by! He laughed SO HARD after he said the Harry Potter thing. Harry Potter came out when I was ten...it's been a big part of my life. I saw no shame in wearing that shirt!
"Yeah, I don't think I'd be a good marine."
"Why?"
I wanted to tell him that I didn't support an institution that insisted gay people hide and that I thought the war was pointless. I also refuse to shoot/hold a gun. Ever. Rainbows and peace, man. However, I didn't say that.
"I'm not very brave. In fact...I'm kind of scared of everything. The marines wouldn't want that."
"Oh, but we could make you brave. A bit of training would be good for you."
"...Yeaaaah...no. Here's your coffee."
He continued to spout about how AWESOME being a marine was. I mean, if being a marine means walking around the mall with a latte and talking to random people, I GUESS I could do that. I prefer theatre.
On a side note...what do the marines even DO? I know what the Navy does. I know what the Air Force does. I know what the ARMY does. But...what are marines for? Mall security?
The other day I was at the stand and this guy walked out of the shoe store to get some coffee. He was in a military uniform, though I'm not sure WHY he was wearing it in the mall. He ordered his drink, and while I made it he had a very...interesting conversation with me and the other girl that was working with me.
"So. Has anyone ever approached you two about joining the marines?"
"Um, no, I can't say they have."
"You look like you could kick some butt...how old are you guys? 16?"
I laughed at this. I had my hair in pigtails, but I certainly don't think I look like a sixteen year old.
I'm VERY good at avoiding eye contact when I think something is getting awkward, so I sorta ducked behind the espresso machine while I made the drink and left the other girl to deal with him. They talked a bit, and she informed him that she was 25, married, and wanted to start a family. The marines were not for her.
"What about you, Harry Potter? You ever thought about being a marine?"
Ok. I had my Harry Potter shirt on. I'll have you know that I got a compliment from every fourteen year old that came by! He laughed SO HARD after he said the Harry Potter thing. Harry Potter came out when I was ten...it's been a big part of my life. I saw no shame in wearing that shirt!
"Yeah, I don't think I'd be a good marine."
"Why?"
I wanted to tell him that I didn't support an institution that insisted gay people hide and that I thought the war was pointless. I also refuse to shoot/hold a gun. Ever. Rainbows and peace, man. However, I didn't say that.
"I'm not very brave. In fact...I'm kind of scared of everything. The marines wouldn't want that."
"Oh, but we could make you brave. A bit of training would be good for you."
"...Yeaaaah...no. Here's your coffee."
He continued to spout about how AWESOME being a marine was. I mean, if being a marine means walking around the mall with a latte and talking to random people, I GUESS I could do that. I prefer theatre.
On a side note...what do the marines even DO? I know what the Navy does. I know what the Air Force does. I know what the ARMY does. But...what are marines for? Mall security?
October 9, 2010
Employment!
Huzzah! I got a job! Once more I am slinging lattes and slowly becoming ridiculously addicted to caffeine. This time, however, I don't have to wake up at 4 AM to do this. Nope, just 8:30. Way better than 4. I've only worked there two days, but so far I have noticed quite a few things.
1. I have a super nice boss. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. Usually I HATE my boss. This woman is super nice and she doesn't judge, and she understands I'm learning certain things and that I will get better. THANK THE LORD.
2. People cannot read menus here. I don't know if everyone is just blind and refuse to go to the eye doctor...but it's very frustrating. Everything on our menu has a description underneath it. There are also pictures. Yet every other customer asks me "What's in the raspberry mocha?" (Um. Raspberry. And mocha.) That gets frustrating.
3. Like I said, there are those pictures on the front of the menu. Remember that I am BEHIND the counter and under this little roof thingy. People will just point at a picture and go, "I want that." Because I'm supposed to know what they are pointing to automatically. Of course! How inconsiderate could I be?
4. Tippers in Nashville are way more generous than tippers in Chicago. In Chicago, I was happy if I left with four dollars in tips after a shift. Today I got TWELVE! For five hours! That ups my salary two more dollars an hour. That's nice! Yesterday I ended up with 4 for five hours of work, but we were SUPER SLOW and I got less than the other girls since I was training.
So, I think this will be a good fit. Now if that waffle house musical would call me back everything will be coming up roses. Also. Everyone needs to watch this and smile:
1. I have a super nice boss. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE. Usually I HATE my boss. This woman is super nice and she doesn't judge, and she understands I'm learning certain things and that I will get better. THANK THE LORD.
2. People cannot read menus here. I don't know if everyone is just blind and refuse to go to the eye doctor...but it's very frustrating. Everything on our menu has a description underneath it. There are also pictures. Yet every other customer asks me "What's in the raspberry mocha?" (Um. Raspberry. And mocha.) That gets frustrating.
3. Like I said, there are those pictures on the front of the menu. Remember that I am BEHIND the counter and under this little roof thingy. People will just point at a picture and go, "I want that." Because I'm supposed to know what they are pointing to automatically. Of course! How inconsiderate could I be?
4. Tippers in Nashville are way more generous than tippers in Chicago. In Chicago, I was happy if I left with four dollars in tips after a shift. Today I got TWELVE! For five hours! That ups my salary two more dollars an hour. That's nice! Yesterday I ended up with 4 for five hours of work, but we were SUPER SLOW and I got less than the other girls since I was training.
So, I think this will be a good fit. Now if that waffle house musical would call me back everything will be coming up roses. Also. Everyone needs to watch this and smile:
October 3, 2010
Rambling
I'm not keeping up with this very well, am I? I guess I just don't want to post anything un-interesting...not that the post about twitter WAS interesting...
Whatever.
So the other night I had the chance to see Tituss Burgess in concert. He was in The Little Mermaid, Jersey Boys, and Guys and Dolls on Broadway. He may be the best singer I have EVER HEARD. He was just ridiculous. The man's plane had been delayed so long that he got to the theatre five minutes before the concert was supposed to start. He rehearsed with the band for fifteen minutes (a band he had NEVER met) and walked out. He had not warmed up, he was obviously exhausted, and he still managed to be perfect. He was hilarious and wonderful and if I'm half that good one day I will be very pleased.
After that I saw The Social Network. Um. Talk about a movie that was amazing! I was not expecting much at all, but it was great! The writing and acting were impeccable. Kind of a perfect movie for anyone in my generation. We're all obsessed with the Facebook. Nice to see where it came from.
Currently I am job hunting...which is weird because I'm kind of confused about what sort of day job I want. I did the barista thing...it was fine...I did the hostess thing...it was TERRIBLE but paid more than the barista thing. Retail is super boring...I'm going to call a few places tomorrow and see if they are hiring. I WANT to work at a cupcake place, but I don't think they hire non-bakers. I wouldn't trust me with cupcakes if I owned a cupcake place. That didn't make sense, but you get the point.
Here's the REAL problem though...I have no Halloween plans. NONE. I ALWAYS have Halloween plans. It is my favorite holiday...I can't just sit in my house in a costume. We live on a huge hill so there aren't trick or treaters...what do I doooo? I want to dress up and do something! Is there like a four year old I can hire to let me take trick or treating? Is that acceptable? I don't think it is.
Whatever.
So the other night I had the chance to see Tituss Burgess in concert. He was in The Little Mermaid, Jersey Boys, and Guys and Dolls on Broadway. He may be the best singer I have EVER HEARD. He was just ridiculous. The man's plane had been delayed so long that he got to the theatre five minutes before the concert was supposed to start. He rehearsed with the band for fifteen minutes (a band he had NEVER met) and walked out. He had not warmed up, he was obviously exhausted, and he still managed to be perfect. He was hilarious and wonderful and if I'm half that good one day I will be very pleased.
After that I saw The Social Network. Um. Talk about a movie that was amazing! I was not expecting much at all, but it was great! The writing and acting were impeccable. Kind of a perfect movie for anyone in my generation. We're all obsessed with the Facebook. Nice to see where it came from.
Currently I am job hunting...which is weird because I'm kind of confused about what sort of day job I want. I did the barista thing...it was fine...I did the hostess thing...it was TERRIBLE but paid more than the barista thing. Retail is super boring...I'm going to call a few places tomorrow and see if they are hiring. I WANT to work at a cupcake place, but I don't think they hire non-bakers. I wouldn't trust me with cupcakes if I owned a cupcake place. That didn't make sense, but you get the point.
Here's the REAL problem though...I have no Halloween plans. NONE. I ALWAYS have Halloween plans. It is my favorite holiday...I can't just sit in my house in a costume. We live on a huge hill so there aren't trick or treaters...what do I doooo? I want to dress up and do something! Is there like a four year old I can hire to let me take trick or treating? Is that acceptable? I don't think it is.
September 27, 2010
Not Even Popular Online
Hello. My name is Jordan Tudor and I have a problem.
I'm addicted to Twitter.
I KNOW. It's like the WORST THING EVER. I always told myself it was so stupid...but then one of my teachers told us to get everything in our name (even if we wouldn't use it) because if we DID become famous people could make a lot of money by registering our names...
ANYWAY.
I registered my name on Twitter and now I can't stop. It's like OH. I'm eating string cheese. I should let everyone know! I got a new candle? They should know that too! Granted, I'm not that popular on Twitter. I'm following 97 people and only 35 of them are following me back. In fact, people I thought were good friends won't even follow me. I need to learn how to have more interesting tweets....or something. Man. I sound dumb.
It just makes me feel like I'm best friends with celebrities sometimes. I mean there's Kathy Griffin on my front page and she's letting me know what her day is like...Stephen Colbert is posting about the show he just filmed. It's like we're besties!
I realize that they don't follow me, thus do not care about my day, but I can see their day! And that's neat!
Yeah. So. Twitter Rehab may be in order...just sayin'...
I'm addicted to Twitter.
I KNOW. It's like the WORST THING EVER. I always told myself it was so stupid...but then one of my teachers told us to get everything in our name (even if we wouldn't use it) because if we DID become famous people could make a lot of money by registering our names...
ANYWAY.
I registered my name on Twitter and now I can't stop. It's like OH. I'm eating string cheese. I should let everyone know! I got a new candle? They should know that too! Granted, I'm not that popular on Twitter. I'm following 97 people and only 35 of them are following me back. In fact, people I thought were good friends won't even follow me. I need to learn how to have more interesting tweets....or something. Man. I sound dumb.
It just makes me feel like I'm best friends with celebrities sometimes. I mean there's Kathy Griffin on my front page and she's letting me know what her day is like...Stephen Colbert is posting about the show he just filmed. It's like we're besties!
I realize that they don't follow me, thus do not care about my day, but I can see their day! And that's neat!
Yeah. So. Twitter Rehab may be in order...just sayin'...
September 22, 2010
Southern Sushi
I like sushi. I'm not very fancy with the sushi I like though, as I just started getting into it. My sister attempted to make me eat eel once and it was an epic fail. I stick with the crab, salmon, and SOMETIMES tuna. However, in Tennessee there is this wonderful thing.
Deep fried sushi.
My favorite sushi restaurant has it and I tried it once and don't care to go back to "regular" sushi. The fish is still raw, it's just warmed up a bit. The rice is EXTRA crunchy because it's...well...fried. It's just wonderful in every way possible. However, I feel bad when I am eating it. Sushi is supposed to be healthy. I go to a sushi restaurant thinking I'm going to have a pretty decent, healthy meal. Deep frying said meal takes away all nutritional value! But it's just so yummy!!
What do I do about that? You may think it sounds gross, but once you've tried it, it's very hard to not love it.
Deep fried sushi.
My favorite sushi restaurant has it and I tried it once and don't care to go back to "regular" sushi. The fish is still raw, it's just warmed up a bit. The rice is EXTRA crunchy because it's...well...fried. It's just wonderful in every way possible. However, I feel bad when I am eating it. Sushi is supposed to be healthy. I go to a sushi restaurant thinking I'm going to have a pretty decent, healthy meal. Deep frying said meal takes away all nutritional value! But it's just so yummy!!
What do I do about that? You may think it sounds gross, but once you've tried it, it's very hard to not love it.
September 16, 2010
N-Y-C
So I had a very eventful trip to New York. I auditioned for my very first Broadway show and sang well, so that's good. I learned that being a non-equity actor in NYC is kinda hard. I had to wake up at 4 AM to get to that Broadway call and I wasn't seen until 1 PM. Being Non-Equity I got to sing less than the Equity actors and I think the casting associate was merely humoring all of us. "Great job!" he said, when I was done singing. As if I was some pre-schooler that had just colored in the lines for the first time. Whatever, eventually it will get better. Paying dues is important. All of the Equity actors were older than me, they were probably in my boat when they were 22.
Something very interesting happened to me today. I was downtown with Davey Joe, Andi, and Annie. We had spent a little time at The Drama Book Shop (where one can purchase Shakespeare action figures...I want one). After convincing Andi that no, she did not need to buy a dozen plays, we decided to go get some lunch. Annie wanted Taco Bell because we were deprived of one in Chicago and it was cheap. So, to Taco Bell we go!
We are all sitting there eating out lunch, talking happily when Davey's eyes get big and he straightens up. "You guys...you guys!" All of the sudden a tall man dressed entirely in black walks past us. This would be normal except for one thing...this man has a very scary clown mask on that covers his entire face. He also had gloves on. We all stare at each other as he walks up to the counter.
"Should we leave?" Davey asks, looking around frantically.
"Um....YES you should not have to ask that question!" Annie chimes in and we all grab our food and run out the door. Two other tables follow us.
We're all so scared that we run to the police man that is a few cars down, writing a parking ticket. Annie decides she should tell him about the scary man in the mask that seriously looked like he was going to rob the Taco Bell.
Andi looks over confused, "I thought he was a street performer?"
"Andi, he was going to rob that Taco Bell!"
Annie finishes talking to the police man and he says he'll go check it out. He then proceeds to cross the street...and walk in the other direction. We had pointed to the Taco Bell...he knew where it was.
"What is he doing?" Davey Joe asks
"New York's finest...right there." I reply as we cross the street and pass a man yelling at everyone who walks by.
"I AM BIPOLAR SCHIZOPHRENIC! I COULD KILL YOU!" He is screaming at the top of his lungs. Good to know...I'm so glad that the crazies were out on 8th Avenue today. I wonder if he was yelling at the civilians on the street or the voices in his head...
I get to the airport and my flight is delayed two hours because there is a TORNADO in the city. What is up with that? NYC is NOT supposed to have storms like that! I was sitting on the floor trying to charge my phone and laptop when I noticed this big group of girls in sparkly cowboy hats in the bar across from me DOWNING shots. Lots of shots. So of course they are on my plane. They are taking pictures, screaming, and being generally obnoxious. Apparently one of them is getting married, but I don't really care. I'm hoping a flight attendant shuts them up soon...or that their window mysteriously breaks and they get sucked out into the atmosphere...
Something very interesting happened to me today. I was downtown with Davey Joe, Andi, and Annie. We had spent a little time at The Drama Book Shop (where one can purchase Shakespeare action figures...I want one). After convincing Andi that no, she did not need to buy a dozen plays, we decided to go get some lunch. Annie wanted Taco Bell because we were deprived of one in Chicago and it was cheap. So, to Taco Bell we go!
We are all sitting there eating out lunch, talking happily when Davey's eyes get big and he straightens up. "You guys...you guys!" All of the sudden a tall man dressed entirely in black walks past us. This would be normal except for one thing...this man has a very scary clown mask on that covers his entire face. He also had gloves on. We all stare at each other as he walks up to the counter.
"Should we leave?" Davey asks, looking around frantically.
"Um....YES you should not have to ask that question!" Annie chimes in and we all grab our food and run out the door. Two other tables follow us.
We're all so scared that we run to the police man that is a few cars down, writing a parking ticket. Annie decides she should tell him about the scary man in the mask that seriously looked like he was going to rob the Taco Bell.
Andi looks over confused, "I thought he was a street performer?"
"Andi, he was going to rob that Taco Bell!"
Annie finishes talking to the police man and he says he'll go check it out. He then proceeds to cross the street...and walk in the other direction. We had pointed to the Taco Bell...he knew where it was.
"What is he doing?" Davey Joe asks
"New York's finest...right there." I reply as we cross the street and pass a man yelling at everyone who walks by.
"I AM BIPOLAR SCHIZOPHRENIC! I COULD KILL YOU!" He is screaming at the top of his lungs. Good to know...I'm so glad that the crazies were out on 8th Avenue today. I wonder if he was yelling at the civilians on the street or the voices in his head...
I get to the airport and my flight is delayed two hours because there is a TORNADO in the city. What is up with that? NYC is NOT supposed to have storms like that! I was sitting on the floor trying to charge my phone and laptop when I noticed this big group of girls in sparkly cowboy hats in the bar across from me DOWNING shots. Lots of shots. So of course they are on my plane. They are taking pictures, screaming, and being generally obnoxious. Apparently one of them is getting married, but I don't really care. I'm hoping a flight attendant shuts them up soon...or that their window mysteriously breaks and they get sucked out into the atmosphere...
September 13, 2010
Can Santa Fit Mimosas In His Bag?
I’m in between jobs right now, so I only have old stories to tell.
Sorry!
So it has been a sort of Tudor Family Tradition to have mimosas on Christmas morning during present opening/breakfast. We like Christmas at the Tudor house. It’s generally a good day.
I have been waiting for the Christmas mimosa for YEARS. I wasn’t allowed to have one because I wasn’t 21. My sister had been 21 since I was 13! It wasn’t fair! So last year was my first Christmas as a 21 year old. I had told everyone at school that I was finally going to get my Christmas morning mimosa. It was my time. I was a big kid now. I was So. Excited.
I ran downstairs on Christmas morning very excited. When the present giving was done, I would have my prize! Everything was going as normal, the dogs were getting in the way, biscuits were cooking, my parents were generally annoyed that I had woken up at eight AM and demanded that the morning start (I used to wake up that early on my own, now I set an alarm on purpose).
However, we had one small problem. I woke up Christmas morning and there was no mimosa. My sister couldn’t come to Christmas because cancer wouldn’t take a holiday (very rude of the disease, I might add). After presents and breakfast I looked around our wrapping paper covered living room and asked my mom where the mimosas were.
“Casey isn’t here! If everyone isn’t here we aren’t going to have mimosas.”
I sat at the kitchen counter with my mouth open for a little while and decided I would make my OWN mimosa. We usually have a random bottle of champagne lying around somewhere!
Too bad there wasn’t any orange juice.
All I have to say is that I better get a Christmas mimosa this year. 22 years of waiting is quite long enough, thank you.
And no Casey, I do not blame this on you. Don’t go there.
Sorry!
So it has been a sort of Tudor Family Tradition to have mimosas on Christmas morning during present opening/breakfast. We like Christmas at the Tudor house. It’s generally a good day.
I have been waiting for the Christmas mimosa for YEARS. I wasn’t allowed to have one because I wasn’t 21. My sister had been 21 since I was 13! It wasn’t fair! So last year was my first Christmas as a 21 year old. I had told everyone at school that I was finally going to get my Christmas morning mimosa. It was my time. I was a big kid now. I was So. Excited.
I ran downstairs on Christmas morning very excited. When the present giving was done, I would have my prize! Everything was going as normal, the dogs were getting in the way, biscuits were cooking, my parents were generally annoyed that I had woken up at eight AM and demanded that the morning start (I used to wake up that early on my own, now I set an alarm on purpose).
However, we had one small problem. I woke up Christmas morning and there was no mimosa. My sister couldn’t come to Christmas because cancer wouldn’t take a holiday (very rude of the disease, I might add). After presents and breakfast I looked around our wrapping paper covered living room and asked my mom where the mimosas were.
“Casey isn’t here! If everyone isn’t here we aren’t going to have mimosas.”
I sat at the kitchen counter with my mouth open for a little while and decided I would make my OWN mimosa. We usually have a random bottle of champagne lying around somewhere!
Too bad there wasn’t any orange juice.
All I have to say is that I better get a Christmas mimosa this year. 22 years of waiting is quite long enough, thank you.
And no Casey, I do not blame this on you. Don’t go there.
September 8, 2010
So. This happened.
This conversation just made me laugh. So much. It looks weird because it happened on facebook chat.
Victor
ok so stressing out
12:08am
Me
why
12:09am
Victor
well i am doing the call tomorrow for avenue q, and i realized that i only have 2 pairs of pants
12:09am
Me
...okay...
12:09am
Victor
they both look terrible on me
12:09am
Victor
i have no clean clothes
12:09am
Me
they do not look terrible on you
12:09am
Victor
but they do lol
12:09am
Me
ok. are any of the dirty pants salvagable with febreeze or perfume
12:09am
Victor
yeah
they just don't fit as snug
like they are very loose
since i've worn them a few times lol
12:10am
Me
ok. well, directors don't care if your pants are tight
12:10am
Victor
i mean i don't want them gay victor tight
12:10am
Me
lmao
I'm glad you got where I was going with that.
Victor
ok so stressing out
12:08am
Me
why
12:09am
Victor
well i am doing the call tomorrow for avenue q, and i realized that i only have 2 pairs of pants
12:09am
Me
...okay...
12:09am
Victor
they both look terrible on me
12:09am
Victor
i have no clean clothes
12:09am
Me
they do not look terrible on you
12:09am
Victor
but they do lol
12:09am
Me
ok. are any of the dirty pants salvagable with febreeze or perfume
12:09am
Victor
yeah
they just don't fit as snug
like they are very loose
since i've worn them a few times lol
12:10am
Me
ok. well, directors don't care if your pants are tight
12:10am
Victor
i mean i don't want them gay victor tight
12:10am
Me
lmao
I'm glad you got where I was going with that.
September 6, 2010
Observations
Slowly staring to realize the important decision I made was maybe the wrong choice.
People are too judge-y and expect way too much out of me right now. Hello. My name is Jordan and I recently graduated college. I am not going to grad school right away (if at all) which puts me in a lovely state of limbo and confusion. I also have a degree that has been called fake by important family members a number of times. Minimum wage, a lot of auditions that end in nothing, and Nintendo is about all I can pull off right now.
Sorry.
People are too judge-y and expect way too much out of me right now. Hello. My name is Jordan and I recently graduated college. I am not going to grad school right away (if at all) which puts me in a lovely state of limbo and confusion. I also have a degree that has been called fake by important family members a number of times. Minimum wage, a lot of auditions that end in nothing, and Nintendo is about all I can pull off right now.
Sorry.
August 23, 2010
When I Grow Up
I'm gunna be a Ghost Hunter. Yup. It's official.
Ghost Hunters just posted on a casting website that they are looking for a girl to join the team that is interested in the paranormal. I AM SO GOING TO BE ON THAT SHOW. You better bet I submitted immediately...after I danced around my room happily.
Though I'm not sure if I'd be any good at it. Crawling around dark scary places isn't exactly my thing. You aren't supposed to scream if you get scared, nor are you supposed to run away. Both of these things I am VERY good at. Maybe if I'm cute enough they won't care and can just sit me down in one spot and say "stay."
Yup. New career plan.
Ghost Hunters just posted on a casting website that they are looking for a girl to join the team that is interested in the paranormal. I AM SO GOING TO BE ON THAT SHOW. You better bet I submitted immediately...after I danced around my room happily.
Though I'm not sure if I'd be any good at it. Crawling around dark scary places isn't exactly my thing. You aren't supposed to scream if you get scared, nor are you supposed to run away. Both of these things I am VERY good at. Maybe if I'm cute enough they won't care and can just sit me down in one spot and say "stay."
Yup. New career plan.
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