*finally*
I am exhausted.
I started training on Monday to become a GMC. (General Merchandise Clerk. AKA Stock person) I have not learned anything that is relevant to my new position. It was so freakin' ridiculous. Especially on Monday. We had to sit in class for eight hours. It was just...blah. I ended up doodling all over my notes, and writing one-liner pungee.
Tuesday was better, and I considered that my New Year's. Matt and I were trained at the Norwalk store (store #156) for bakery. Johnathan, poor boy, was left alone at the store in Whittier because he's going in to the meat department. There were three other people there. Two were from the class before, and a boy in a red apron. I smiled at that. We're all supposed to wear burgundy aprons and he kept his GM apron. (Which I thought was important because the day before, the boys and I wore our aprons to class but no else did. Feeling embarassed, the boys took theirs off while I left mine on.) I tried very hard to stay away from Matt. He's not as creepy as before, but he tried to get dirty with me the night before, I was like, no. The bakery manager, Maria, assigned the boy, Raymond, and I to bag and display all the baked goods. God, did it smell delicious in there. I had the smell of bread in my nose all day. Raymond and I worked in friendly silence at first, and then, we did the whole, "What store are you from?" and we didn't stop talking since then.
Raymond was very cute. He had big, sleepy eyes and black, curly-ish hair. We kept stealing cookies from each other's trays, and at one point, I said, "Stop stealing my cookies, bitch!" and he shot back with, "You like me touching your cookies, you jerk." He kept calling me a jerk and I kept telling him that he was useless. I told him that Matt was trying to get dirty with me and he was like, "Haha. You got hit on by a mute!" He then kept teasing, asking if I wanted to talk dirty with him. When we got back from putting the bread out, he raised his hand, and by instinct, I ducked. He laughed, his hand still in the air, and said, "Oh my god, you're hand-shy! Why are you hand-shy? Give me five, you jerk." I gave him five, and smiled at him, saying that I never heard of "hand-shy" before. After lunch, Maria had us around a table, explaining how to take orders. I was in the middle, the boys on either side of me. I was hyper aware of how close Raymond was standing next to me and I wanted to step on my face or something because, really, how old am I? He nudged me during the lesson, and when I glanced at him, he looked away as if he didn't do it. I nudged him back, murmuring, "Stop trying to get dirty."
We were "dusting" brownie bites, talking about music (he's in a band. he writes. he swears his band isn't screamo, but i know he's lying because he ducked his head and smiled. he made fun of me for not having a hot dog at Weenie Roast, and we expressed our love for Interpol.), and we didn't realize that Matt was already done with his portion until we hear him say, "You guys are slow." Raymond made a face at our progression and said, "Wow, Matt's kicking ass and taking names."
"Wait. What did you say?"
"He's...kicking....um...." Here he opened his mouth wide to say, "ass" but nothing came out.
"I know that part. The second part."
"Taking names?"
"I like that."
"Duh. I made it up. Of course. I'm like, a genius."
I loved working the bakery. It was fun and easy and really laid back. I'm pretty sure I would have had fun even if Raymond wasn't there. It was just a bonus that he was.
I left work feeling happy. I dropped Matt off then picked up Johnathan. Poor Johnathan. He had the least fun. Apparently, the Whittier store was really depressing. He said he felt like throwing up a few times. I felt so bad. He kept saying, "Seriously, Larissa, so fucking depressing." Aw. Poor Johnathan. The boy who rides his skateboard to work no matter the condition/time.
Yesterday was blah. It was not the New Year I wanted it to be, but that's okay.
Raymond came in and I was confused.
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugs, running his fingers through his hair.
"Training?"
"I thought you didn't have to until Friday?"
"Um. You said you were going to be here today."
(I had mentioned it when he asked me if I was going to train on Friday. I had said no, and he let out a deflated, "oh.")
"So? Just because I'm here doesn't mean you have to be."
He sticks out his tongue at me, and I wrinkle my nose, curling my lip (my pete wentz face) in response. He runs off to go check. He comes back, smiling in the self-deprecating way.
"I'm not supposed to be here until Friday."
"Loser."
"This is all your fault, you jerk."
"It's not my fault you don't pay attention, asshole."
"I hate when you try to dictate my life. Let me live my life the way I want to."
"Go wait for your mom."
"Shut up."
He goes outside and I wait for a few minutes, my fingers folding and unfolding the slip of paper in my apron pocket. Should I? I decide that I will and I walk outside. He's sprawled on the bench, idly picking at his cellphone. I lean against the wall next to him, smirking.
"Mom's coming?"
"Yeah. With abuelita."
I roll my eyes. I know him for a little over eight hours and we already had an inside joke.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Giving you a hard time. I don't want to go back in there. I just want to go home."
"Well, at least you're done after this. I still have to come back on Friday."
We both laugh at that because, well, he's dumb, and I'm nervous. I pull out my hand from my pocket and hand him the slip of paper.
"Call me when your band moves out from your backyard, 'kay?"
He laughs, and turns the paper over. We say our "see you laters" and I walk back into the store.
The day went by slow except for when I had to serve customers. I HATE THE DELI. I'm so glad I'm not working deli.
And that was my training.
OH. Michael called me yesterday, leaving a voicemail. He missed me. ^_^
"Yeah, I thought you died. I thought that, you know, you and Pete made some kind of suicide pact or something..."
Yay! Linda has an el jay now.
I can't decide if Pete should die at the end or not...
I started training on Monday to become a GMC. (General Merchandise Clerk. AKA Stock person) I have not learned anything that is relevant to my new position. It was so freakin' ridiculous. Especially on Monday. We had to sit in class for eight hours. It was just...blah. I ended up doodling all over my notes, and writing one-liner pungee.
Tuesday was better, and I considered that my New Year's. Matt and I were trained at the Norwalk store (store #156) for bakery. Johnathan, poor boy, was left alone at the store in Whittier because he's going in to the meat department. There were three other people there. Two were from the class before, and a boy in a red apron. I smiled at that. We're all supposed to wear burgundy aprons and he kept his GM apron. (Which I thought was important because the day before, the boys and I wore our aprons to class but no else did. Feeling embarassed, the boys took theirs off while I left mine on.) I tried very hard to stay away from Matt. He's not as creepy as before, but he tried to get dirty with me the night before, I was like, no. The bakery manager, Maria, assigned the boy, Raymond, and I to bag and display all the baked goods. God, did it smell delicious in there. I had the smell of bread in my nose all day. Raymond and I worked in friendly silence at first, and then, we did the whole, "What store are you from?" and we didn't stop talking since then.
Raymond was very cute. He had big, sleepy eyes and black, curly-ish hair. We kept stealing cookies from each other's trays, and at one point, I said, "Stop stealing my cookies, bitch!" and he shot back with, "You like me touching your cookies, you jerk." He kept calling me a jerk and I kept telling him that he was useless. I told him that Matt was trying to get dirty with me and he was like, "Haha. You got hit on by a mute!" He then kept teasing, asking if I wanted to talk dirty with him. When we got back from putting the bread out, he raised his hand, and by instinct, I ducked. He laughed, his hand still in the air, and said, "Oh my god, you're hand-shy! Why are you hand-shy? Give me five, you jerk." I gave him five, and smiled at him, saying that I never heard of "hand-shy" before. After lunch, Maria had us around a table, explaining how to take orders. I was in the middle, the boys on either side of me. I was hyper aware of how close Raymond was standing next to me and I wanted to step on my face or something because, really, how old am I? He nudged me during the lesson, and when I glanced at him, he looked away as if he didn't do it. I nudged him back, murmuring, "Stop trying to get dirty."
We were "dusting" brownie bites, talking about music (he's in a band. he writes. he swears his band isn't screamo, but i know he's lying because he ducked his head and smiled. he made fun of me for not having a hot dog at Weenie Roast, and we expressed our love for Interpol.), and we didn't realize that Matt was already done with his portion until we hear him say, "You guys are slow." Raymond made a face at our progression and said, "Wow, Matt's kicking ass and taking names."
"Wait. What did you say?"
"He's...kicking....um...." Here he opened his mouth wide to say, "ass" but nothing came out.
"I know that part. The second part."
"Taking names?"
"I like that."
"Duh. I made it up. Of course. I'm like, a genius."
I loved working the bakery. It was fun and easy and really laid back. I'm pretty sure I would have had fun even if Raymond wasn't there. It was just a bonus that he was.
I left work feeling happy. I dropped Matt off then picked up Johnathan. Poor Johnathan. He had the least fun. Apparently, the Whittier store was really depressing. He said he felt like throwing up a few times. I felt so bad. He kept saying, "Seriously, Larissa, so fucking depressing." Aw. Poor Johnathan. The boy who rides his skateboard to work no matter the condition/time.
Yesterday was blah. It was not the New Year I wanted it to be, but that's okay.
Raymond came in and I was confused.
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugs, running his fingers through his hair.
"Training?"
"I thought you didn't have to until Friday?"
"Um. You said you were going to be here today."
(I had mentioned it when he asked me if I was going to train on Friday. I had said no, and he let out a deflated, "oh.")
"So? Just because I'm here doesn't mean you have to be."
He sticks out his tongue at me, and I wrinkle my nose, curling my lip (my pete wentz face) in response. He runs off to go check. He comes back, smiling in the self-deprecating way.
"I'm not supposed to be here until Friday."
"Loser."
"This is all your fault, you jerk."
"It's not my fault you don't pay attention, asshole."
"I hate when you try to dictate my life. Let me live my life the way I want to."
"Go wait for your mom."
"Shut up."
He goes outside and I wait for a few minutes, my fingers folding and unfolding the slip of paper in my apron pocket. Should I? I decide that I will and I walk outside. He's sprawled on the bench, idly picking at his cellphone. I lean against the wall next to him, smirking.
"Mom's coming?"
"Yeah. With abuelita."
I roll my eyes. I know him for a little over eight hours and we already had an inside joke.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Giving you a hard time. I don't want to go back in there. I just want to go home."
"Well, at least you're done after this. I still have to come back on Friday."
We both laugh at that because, well, he's dumb, and I'm nervous. I pull out my hand from my pocket and hand him the slip of paper.
"Call me when your band moves out from your backyard, 'kay?"
He laughs, and turns the paper over. We say our "see you laters" and I walk back into the store.
The day went by slow except for when I had to serve customers. I HATE THE DELI. I'm so glad I'm not working deli.
And that was my training.
OH. Michael called me yesterday, leaving a voicemail. He missed me. ^_^
"Yeah, I thought you died. I thought that, you know, you and Pete made some kind of suicide pact or something..."
Yay! Linda has an el jay now.
I can't decide if Pete should die at the end or not...