The rest of my weekend.
Turkey-sighting aside, my weekend was actually quite enjoyable, considering 43,000 students were shopping at Walmart and it was busier than Black Friday. Cashiering can actually be quite fun when you choose to converse with your customers. The locals were funny: some were happy to see the students return, others grumbled because they forgot "they" were coming back and didn't realize Walmart would be so incredibly busy, and one man in particular made no attempt to hide his blatant disregard for the "spoiled rich kids" who expect handouts and have the gall to touch his fully restored '67 Mustang. I quickly learned that this man does not allow just anyone near his cars. I appreciate the woman who suggested I try a certain bar because they brew their own beer. Except that I don't drink, so never mind, but thanks anyway. I heart the freshman from Oakland who's going to miss his mom. I giggled when one girl, who had lived in New York all summer, couldn't help but declare "I love Walmart! It's so cheap!" when she saw her total. We don't get that reaction a lot, or really ever, at Walmart.
I was amazed by the sheer number of parents willing to spend $500 on their "adult" children. And sometimes, college parents are worse than the college kids. That was a struggle. They could be quite obnoxious. I had a total of one student actually thank her father after he spent hundreds of dollars on non-essentials. The frat boys who came through with $360 worth of food made me laugh - they apologized from the start, "This is a lot of food." It's okay. I can take it. One girl actually paid for her own purchases and then declared that she needed a job. I helpfully offered that Walmart was hiring. Never in my life have I felt so judged. I mean, wow, the look she gave me? The stink eye for sure. And a possible death wish, I don't quite know. Her snide response was, "Aw, I don't have a car." Boo-freaking-hoo. Get over yourself.
I would like to recognize my IT guy, Jonathan, who valiantly attempted to fix my internet, and when it still wouldn't work, he tried to convince the hotel to give me a different room. It was a noble effort. In case you actually do read my blog, um, thank you, Jonathan, for your hard work. It was a pleasure talking to you...for 45(?) minutes...on Friday night. I apologize and I hope they pay you well.
Going out of town on Walmart's behalf is not entirely without its perks. Free hotel, gas money, Red Lobster on Mr. Sam's tab - not too shabby. I ate out alone, mind you, but Red Lobster biscuits taste just as good when you're a party of one. I don't need an audience, and I got to eat all of them myself. I can handle that. However, Brea can tell you that I almost couldn't handle Cici's (all-you-can-eat pizza) alone - I felt pitied - "Aw, look at the lonely, fat girl at the pizza buffet. I'm so glad I have friends." That was awesome. I am most assuredly overly self-conscious and far too paranoid, but at least the pizza was good.
So, all in all, not a bad weekend. For working eight days straight, it wasn't as dreadful as anticipated. I would almost venture to say that I might, maybe, may do it again. I would prefer to be employed elsewhere by this time next year, so it was probably to my advantage to take the opportunity to experience "Move-In" weekend at Penn State when I did.
I was amazed by the sheer number of parents willing to spend $500 on their "adult" children. And sometimes, college parents are worse than the college kids. That was a struggle. They could be quite obnoxious. I had a total of one student actually thank her father after he spent hundreds of dollars on non-essentials. The frat boys who came through with $360 worth of food made me laugh - they apologized from the start, "This is a lot of food." It's okay. I can take it. One girl actually paid for her own purchases and then declared that she needed a job. I helpfully offered that Walmart was hiring. Never in my life have I felt so judged. I mean, wow, the look she gave me? The stink eye for sure. And a possible death wish, I don't quite know. Her snide response was, "Aw, I don't have a car." Boo-freaking-hoo. Get over yourself.
I would like to recognize my IT guy, Jonathan, who valiantly attempted to fix my internet, and when it still wouldn't work, he tried to convince the hotel to give me a different room. It was a noble effort. In case you actually do read my blog, um, thank you, Jonathan, for your hard work. It was a pleasure talking to you...for 45(?) minutes...on Friday night. I apologize and I hope they pay you well.
Going out of town on Walmart's behalf is not entirely without its perks. Free hotel, gas money, Red Lobster on Mr. Sam's tab - not too shabby. I ate out alone, mind you, but Red Lobster biscuits taste just as good when you're a party of one. I don't need an audience, and I got to eat all of them myself. I can handle that. However, Brea can tell you that I almost couldn't handle Cici's (all-you-can-eat pizza) alone - I felt pitied - "Aw, look at the lonely, fat girl at the pizza buffet. I'm so glad I have friends." That was awesome. I am most assuredly overly self-conscious and far too paranoid, but at least the pizza was good.
So, all in all, not a bad weekend. For working eight days straight, it wasn't as dreadful as anticipated. I would almost venture to say that I might, maybe, may do it again. I would prefer to be employed elsewhere by this time next year, so it was probably to my advantage to take the opportunity to experience "Move-In" weekend at Penn State when I did.
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