Dun dun dun DUN!
I’m getting old tomorrow. For the next few months when random people ask me how old I am… It’ll take me what seems like a full two minutes to give them an answer. Why? Because I’m getting old. My biological age. My number. It’s changing.
“So! How is work going?” YOU MAY ASK. (…or maybe not. doesn’t matter. i’m telling you anyways.) Work is grand so far… I seem to be getting the hang of things… and. yeah. I dunno. I have no words right now. BLAH.
I really like my co-workers and managers.. and the people I come in contact are very interesting. Of course I’m all over that because of my creep-ish staring/studying thing. BUT rest assured I am not the only creeper. Actually.. there are many men who come into work who are legit creepers. I hope I’m not the only girl who’s experienced the old biker dude who comes in and asks to buy your name tag.. (Seriously!? Wha..?) The weird one who constantly uses your name and smiles in a creepy way.. AND the guy who looks like a construction worker but then after two seconds of ordering food, starts asking you if you like your job and says he’s opening a day care, so “If you ever get unhappy here, com’mon over!“.. That’s.. a little weird. Maybe it’s true. Still a little weird.
Honestly, my personal favorite was the guy I met during the class I had to take in order to get my food handler’s license. My friend, Leah and I went together since we both needed to take the class for work.. We purposefully sat away from everyone else, because face it, when you’re working fast food, and you’re going to a class where everyone else who works fast food will be attending… you’re not in the BEST company. But of course, a guy came and sat down right next to us and started making conversation.. He told us all about how the night before he was passed out, and his cousin drew kitty whiskers on his face “There’s still some on my cheek… do you see it?” Yeeah. Sharpie. Attractive. In between each video we had to watch, he’d turn in his chair and just stare at us, or talk about random stuff. “Do you girls already have jobs?” ….don’t you? And if not, why are you in this class? Better yet, why are you spending $20 on this class? Afterwards we were standing in line to get our IDs when he came up, and touched my arm (I nearly peed myself. I had no idea he was behind me.) He asked to use my phone. I said no. He gave me a sad face. It creeped me out. Then, Leah and I ran to my car. No, we literally ran.
SO. Doesn’t it sound amazing?! It’s not necessarily all bad, because no matter how disturbing some of these guys have been, they’re always somewhat entertaining and provide great stories.
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