i worked from 7am-noon. my manager and i are attached to the hip now. hella good shift. worked on ordering, thinking about the new pars and deployment system, talking shmack about the asscrack that applied at the store last night and tried to follow me home after closing... ok... i need to interrupt this post to include this story:
heh.
so i'm closing with the two if the best partners in the store, and the best assistant manager. some guy comes in looking for an application. i seriously thought i met this kid at Red Robin on tuesday night, out with two of my bestest buddies... ok... i need to interrupt this interruption to include this story:
heh heh.
so matt, lindz and i decide we are gonna get dinner. this is after, mind you, i get rain checked by a boy i shouldn't even be considering seeing in the first place... ok... i need to interrupt... SIKE.
heh. you don't need to know who this boy is... you'll just yell at me. ::spits out tongue and runs away, zerberting you like no other::
so the three of us go to germantown to eat somewhere. we randomly end up at red robin because i think their burgers are rad. we know a server there, so she shows us a wondrous time. excellent evening. i miss evenings like those. no bad drama... nothing but good vibes... meat... and beer. shut up! i did not steal that big ass mug by sticking it in my hoodie. ::brags to herself about how cool her gut really is:: our server, whose name is melissa (like you care) sees one her buddies in the store, and introduces us...
cue the guy who i thought was randomly showing up at my starbux the night after trying to get a job. so i ask him. straight up... no sugar-coated chit chat about it. "you seem oddly familiar to me... where were you last night?" honestly liz, why do you not GET that people could construe an inquiry like this to be a come on??? moron. so he flirts. he's a moron. i make him pay $1.37 extra for his fucking caramel frap. sidenote: if you are a hot guy... and you come in and order a venti caramel frap... you instantly turn into an overweight old lady in the eyes of your playboy bunny barista chicas. just don't do it. right... so this idiot... he bums a cig from the assistant manager and then leaves.
... or so we think ...
after our beautiful close (out @ 10:14pm), us three super stars have our corporate ten minute break before we jet. i smoked another cig... and didn't barf this time!! wee! but sketchy non-red robin boy ruins my celebration by trying to chill with us, offering us the opportunity to "get fucking FUUUUCKED up" with him, and then proceeding to "walk me to my car."
they left me. alone. in the parking lot with this fucker. at 10:30 at night.
"so, uhhh, liz... how do you, uhh, get so good at being social??"
"i think it has a lot to do with the fact that i have no shame." (or any real sense of how NOT to get dramafied).
"yer a pretty good judge of character too, i bet."
"yeah..." (too bad i never LISTEN to what my inner voice is telling me!!!)
"so, uhh, you got a boyfriend?"
....
...........
screw you... of course i lied.
"yeah... maybe if you got one too... it would help you out with that lack of shame thing." (woulda made a good point if i wasn't LYING through my teeth).
cue back to this morning, telling my manager this story. he does this thing with his tongue and his top lip whenever he is deep in thought. this story made him enact that ritual. anywho... the shift was rad, except donkey ass guy was being a total puissant today. i think it was because i embarrassed him in front of a whole line of customers.... he was on window... i was floating... he yells "do we have any herbal tea..."
come on now...
"yes, joe... we have lots of herbal teas. this is a coffee and tea shop. starbux, you know."
"oh... see, i thought i was working at denny's... my coworkers put me in mind of that place..."
very good comeback... but then he just started acting all pissy. ugh. some boys just cannot handle getting told by a girl.
so right after work, i run home, shower, browse fubie-foo, stress myself out about tonight... and then commence operation Indoor Expo. such a good night. such a good show. everything went so well. the kids did so wonderful. i am going to miss them so much. pot luck dinner went swimmingly. parent love. staff love. guard love. love love love.
this is where i end talking about how great the day was. you see... there is really no way to explain to people what i do with my colorguard and winterguard. you will always either be too ignorant and busy to be bothered to learn about it... or you won't ever give it the recognition that it deserves. my job is hard. it involves fighting with punk ass teens, their parents, a distant and unorganized band director and a school and community who could give two shits about our little "activity." i have spent... easliy... over 2,000 hours working with the guard over the past four years... and hold everything about this sport, this school and these kids close to my heart. dawnie bears said it best with "this is me." this is who i am. it is everything i love about life. music, dance, color, passion and open interpretation.... discipline and teamwork... commitment and most of all... connecting with people and this world. it's about the deeper meaning... and it's about sharing stories.
i invited over twenty people who i consider viciously important to me to come tonight. you know how many came? 4. Maribeth was the only one not related to me. My mom and dad and brother... after four years... finally all made it to an event together. they knew i would never forgive them if they didn't. if it weren't for these people... i would have cried tonight... (well i did anyways, but because of how much i was going to miss this)... none of you made the effort. only two of you called to apologize for missing it.
if you had any idea who i was... you wouldn't have dissed me like that. i built this up to the guard and to myself. you shouldn't have said you were coming if you weren't coming. grow some balls. tell me the truth. i know this much... you will never. ever. have the opportunity to make this up to me. this was the end of an era. but i'll be damned if it's the end of guard in my life.
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