Back from the "dead"
No, I’m not dead. I’ve been just very VERY busy!
Quick Update
- Broke up with asshole of a boyfriend
- Spring quarter in Greece was cancelled (BUT THAT WILL NOT STOP ME!)
- Drama and work filled fall quarter therefore very busy and emotional. Glad it is over!
- And finally, back in VA and enjoying break very much thus far.
I started back at Ikea for the winter and they put me in the Restaurant! ICK! I wanted to be in the Bistro again but apparently, or at least what I was told, there are too many seasonal people returning so they put half back into the Bistro and the rest in the Restaurant. But I applied earlier than the others so why am I stuck in the Bistro away from all the fun people? Stupid Icky-a! Just need to keep reminding myself that I’m making $9.15 an hour, which is basically my mantra throughout the work day.
I have a funny/creepy story to tell about working there though. (Then again when don’t I?)
*AHEM*
It was Saturday during breakfast and this man was in line ordering his food which I was serving and he starts talking to me. I pretended to listen and just nod my head until I caught the words “naughty” and “coal” which made me curious (it’s a flaw that curiosity of mine!) as to what exactly it is I was so politely agreeing with. Once I began to pay attention I immediately regretted it. This is basically what was said:
“I bet you’ve been a very naughty girl and will get coal for Christmas.”
“Ah, no. I’m a good girl.” I hoped that stating my goodness would stop whatever craziness would come outta him next. It didn’t. He proceeded to disagree and then say:
“I’ve been a bad boy.”
I, helplessly praying to God that this man shuts the fuck up and continues on his creepy way, say “Okay, well that’s nice. I guess you’ll get coal then.”
“Oh yeah. I’ve worked really hard at being naughty this year.”
I am soooo freaked out at this point. Especially with the nauseatingly creepy grin he is throwing my way. So, I say in hopes of ending this unnerving conversation, “Riiiiight. Have a nice day!”
He leaves.
And guess what?! He comes back the next day! Fortunately for me he wasn’t so chatty the second time around, still creepy and grinning like the Cheshire cat but not chatty.
Yup. That’s Ikea for you.
Quick Update
- Broke up with asshole of a boyfriend
- Spring quarter in Greece was cancelled (BUT THAT WILL NOT STOP ME!)
- Drama and work filled fall quarter therefore very busy and emotional. Glad it is over!
- And finally, back in VA and enjoying break very much thus far.
I started back at Ikea for the winter and they put me in the Restaurant! ICK! I wanted to be in the Bistro again but apparently, or at least what I was told, there are too many seasonal people returning so they put half back into the Bistro and the rest in the Restaurant. But I applied earlier than the others so why am I stuck in the Bistro away from all the fun people? Stupid Icky-a! Just need to keep reminding myself that I’m making $9.15 an hour, which is basically my mantra throughout the work day.
I have a funny/creepy story to tell about working there though. (Then again when don’t I?)
*AHEM*
It was Saturday during breakfast and this man was in line ordering his food which I was serving and he starts talking to me. I pretended to listen and just nod my head until I caught the words “naughty” and “coal” which made me curious (it’s a flaw that curiosity of mine!) as to what exactly it is I was so politely agreeing with. Once I began to pay attention I immediately regretted it. This is basically what was said:
“I bet you’ve been a very naughty girl and will get coal for Christmas.”
“Ah, no. I’m a good girl.” I hoped that stating my goodness would stop whatever craziness would come outta him next. It didn’t. He proceeded to disagree and then say:
“I’ve been a bad boy.”
I, helplessly praying to God that this man shuts the fuck up and continues on his creepy way, say “Okay, well that’s nice. I guess you’ll get coal then.”
“Oh yeah. I’ve worked really hard at being naughty this year.”
I am soooo freaked out at this point. Especially with the nauseatingly creepy grin he is throwing my way. So, I say in hopes of ending this unnerving conversation, “Riiiiight. Have a nice day!”
He leaves.
And guess what?! He comes back the next day! Fortunately for me he wasn’t so chatty the second time around, still creepy and grinning like the Cheshire cat but not chatty.
Yup. That’s Ikea for you.