I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair, and I'm wonderin' how I'll get down the stairs
First day at work was an enormous success! And by enormous success I mean it was pretty much ok and I didn't get mugged or anything. Which is super!
The Savers on Lakestreet really is kind of a dump, but it's still within acceptable parameters. It's big and shabby and very very busy and has no public bathrooms and the shopping carts all have vertical mounted bars on them so you can't take them out of the store and everybody is way hardcore. By that I mean they don't put up with half the crap we'd passive-aggressively tolerate back at the store in Rochester. No tag? We will not sell it to you. You don't like the price? Go shop somewhere else. You really really have to pee and it's an emergency PLEASE? There's a bit of landscaping with some shrubberies in the middle of the parking lot, help yourself. It's like every vindictive little "customer ARRRGH" dream has come true! And when we close at night, we CLOSE. If you have not made your purchases by the stroke of nine, drop them and leave, because we aren't sellin' you anything, we are closed.
:D
PLUS as I was walking past some storefronts on the way to the light rail I was thinking to myself, Gee! I sure hope somebody hits me in the face with a door. And what d'you know, just as I was passing the liquor store, somebody did! All my dreams came true and then Santa brought me a pony.
Ok, I wasn't actually thinking anything of the sort. But it sure would've been pretty neat if I had. I would probably have said something like "Kickin' rad! I got hit with a door!" instead of what I really said, which was "Unnnf...?"
Well, what else do you say to that sort of thing?
THEN after the light rail ride I got on the bus and met this guy who knows a guy I met in New York. I think that was my favorite part of the whole day just because, well, what are the odds that I would meet a guy while he was on a break from Cooper Union and solo road tripping around the US who also happened to be friends with Yuliy?
Stop. It's cookie time.
The Savers on Lakestreet really is kind of a dump, but it's still within acceptable parameters. It's big and shabby and very very busy and has no public bathrooms and the shopping carts all have vertical mounted bars on them so you can't take them out of the store and everybody is way hardcore. By that I mean they don't put up with half the crap we'd passive-aggressively tolerate back at the store in Rochester. No tag? We will not sell it to you. You don't like the price? Go shop somewhere else. You really really have to pee and it's an emergency PLEASE? There's a bit of landscaping with some shrubberies in the middle of the parking lot, help yourself. It's like every vindictive little "customer ARRRGH" dream has come true! And when we close at night, we CLOSE. If you have not made your purchases by the stroke of nine, drop them and leave, because we aren't sellin' you anything, we are closed.
:D
PLUS as I was walking past some storefronts on the way to the light rail I was thinking to myself, Gee! I sure hope somebody hits me in the face with a door. And what d'you know, just as I was passing the liquor store, somebody did! All my dreams came true and then Santa brought me a pony.
Ok, I wasn't actually thinking anything of the sort. But it sure would've been pretty neat if I had. I would probably have said something like "Kickin' rad! I got hit with a door!" instead of what I really said, which was "Unnnf...?"
Well, what else do you say to that sort of thing?
THEN after the light rail ride I got on the bus and met this guy who knows a guy I met in New York. I think that was my favorite part of the whole day just because, well, what are the odds that I would meet a guy while he was on a break from Cooper Union and solo road tripping around the US who also happened to be friends with Yuliy?
Stop. It's cookie time.
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