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Daydreaming at work
Saturday, Jan. 12, 2002 - 23:55 Just thought I'd post some work musings... (last entry has survived... I will probably delete that line about it being gone in the morning :-) *yawn* too tired and overwhelmed by life to bother thinking about the deep stuff right now.) I dislike my job, but now, thankfully, it's not in that panicky, paranoid way I did before... I like the people. The pay is OK. It's just everything else I hate. I don't even like the food, to be honest, when I eat it in my break I spend the next half hour feeling nauseous. The work is also boring. Where was I? But I like the people... that's cool. Rashida constantly asking my name is turning into a bit of a bore, but other than that... well, we all help each other out. We have to. And so despite it being crappy work, we all get on. I shut a fridge door a little hard, and Vicky (not the other Vicky I mentioned... maybe Vikki) said jokingly, 'Come on, it's not that stressful!' and I told her that the fridge hated me, it had had a grudge against me since we'd first met. Yeah, if I could change my job from general dog's body (er... I mean waitress) to person-who-stands-around-chatting-all-evening, I could be quite content :) I was on salad again today... trying to come up with things that would brighten up our day a little. Once in a lifetime type things :-) Eg. A long-lost friend/relative comes in - much rejoicing etc. (This kind of thing happens on Maury Povich...) Or... A talent spotter comes in for a meal and ends up hiring his waiter/waitress for a film he's casting. Or... A member of the kitchen staff proposes to a member of the floor staff by putting through a heart shaped pizza with 'I love you *name*' spelt out in their favourite topping, and a diamond ring in the middle. The managers treat us to a song and dance routine. They actually play some decent music instead of pop constantly. A celebrity that a member of staff really fancies comes in, is served by that member and ends up asking them out. (They go out, and by a bizarre twist of fate, the celebrity turns out to be a gimp and most of the date is spent with member-of-staff talking to celebrity's bodyguard, and ends up going out with them instead...) Someone comes in and asks for a Big Mac and Fries... I don't work at McDonalds. After that I got more bizarre ideas, which aren't great in real life but make good Reader's Digest stories and always look kinda exciting from the point of view of a sad salad caretaker. Like... a man threatens to jump from the top floor. We persuade him that life is worth living, and he leaves happy (after, of course, giving everyone a huge tip). Or... there's a man on the phone threatening to bomb the place, and a member of staff finds the bomb and single-handedly disarms it using nothing but people's leftovers and a spoon. And they catch the mad bomber, we get incredible fame, and everyone gets a pay rise. Someone's least favourite teacher from school comes in. Whilst I would not wish this on anyone, I think if it did happen it would be amusing to watch. Would the teacher give the person a hard time? Would their student/ex-student find subtle ways of getting revenge? Would they simply ignore each other? Everyone decides to do the conga around the restaurant. And then I was so bored, I ended up dreaming a little sketch. Scene - McDonald's. There is one boy standing at a till, not serving anyone. A girl rushes in, and calls to the boy at the till. Girl: Josh! Boy: Annie! What do you want? Girl: I had to tell you... I love you, and I want to have your children. Boy: OK then. He pauses, and glances at till Boy: You want fries with that? I have the weirdest imagination possible... Random word for today: << last entry ... next entry >> Interesting doughnuts - Sunday, Feb. 05, 2006 Blogging, why? - Friday, Feb. 03, 2006 Dreams, climate change - Friday, Feb. 03, 2006 In the shadows - Sunday, Jan. 29, 2006 |
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