unstalkerish

i'm usually a lolligagger when it comes to getting out of bed, i have to come to full consciousness, which takes time and i don't rush it. i've never rushed it. but i knew i worked today and had this frightening idea that i'd overslept, so i bolted up and ran to find out when i am supposed to clock in. 2:30, whew. i did not overshoot the mark.

ended up having to work yesterday, it turned out well, my friends were tired and it was probably best i didn't linger at their house until all hours of the night. but i was the walking dead yesterday, and i did okay on the bar. i'm slow. i know this. i have to pick up my speed and that only happens by doing it.

but when you're really tired and someone wants a cappacuino with a few details attended to, and you make said drink, and they say,

i wanted it wet.

when the cup is not marked that way (and it's the third or fourth one down the line), so they essentially refuse it, and i say,

i am sorry. it's not marked.

and the guy running the shift behind me mumbles under his breath,

he didn't ask for it wet.

and i say,

it figures.

i fix it, a very easy fix. dry is not an easy fix by any stretch of the imagination, so in a pinch, this is the amendment you want, one which does not require entire drink reconfiguration (you see, i spend too much time thinking on these things).

and we had fun. i know fun is a high premium there. but we also worked. got a lot done. enough, i hope. since i'd dropped the ball with mr. clean the night before.

this girl, sweet, innocent (one of those faces to die for), asked my boss if she knew so and so because she "missed him" and i turned to my boss and whispered,

stalker.

and he laughed. she said,

what?

so cute, and sweet.

and he said,

nothing.

and she said,

you can tell me anything you want

(which, i love those kinds of people).

so i told her,

it's only funny because you're so unstalkerish.

and she laughed. she is the embodiment of sweet, that's all i can say. not many like her running around. i'm glad to work with her. i just realized who she reminds me of, victoria in corpse bride. this is her in real life. she's so cute.

it was a good night. mr. clean is trying to get out of our store because i think i freaked him out. but it was a combination of things. i gladly take my blame for not "managing" him properly, but it was definately a learning experience.

our store is getting busier and busier and that's a good thing.

so i must study before i go for my shift. it is well, and i'm grateful for co-workers i can laugh with.

peace. out.