Song of the Day

The Song of the Day addition to the sidebar, which will be moved because it annoys me there, is the song that most frequently went through my head that day. Usually it's the last song I hear before going to work. The Alanis song came FROM work. We were on an Alanis kick that day, and this particular one stuck. She was very angry in her day, but I guess angry sells.

The day the music died

Last Thursday at work, they made the mistake of putting me and another girl in grill together, all day, the same shift (No worries, it wasn't a bad thing). Suffice it to say, we keep it fun when we work together. We were singing numerous songs when one of the head managers comes up. He leans over the assembly station and says, "Here's the deal girls, this job SUCKS. And you two don't make it any better by singing." He was, of course, kidding, but we were banned from singing for the rest of the day. It was too bad, because we were on our last chorus of "Bingo." You know the "hm-hm-hm-hm-O" part. We didn't even get to finish the song. Our fun level bottomed out and then we started bending the rules and pushing the limits. He said no singing, but we figured rapping or chanting was still allowed. We switched over to rap songs and tried to disguise them as normal grill-speech, such as "hey, be careful, or you might, 'drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot.'" Luckily he didn't catch on.

weddings and stuff

Just on an aside, The Onion rocks my world.

SO I return unharmed from my week of wedding fun. My brother got married! The week went rather well and a fun time was had by all. I did have a few run-ins with the wedding planner, who was workin' my last nerve the whole week. Even before I met her, I wasn't too fond of her. I did give her a chance and she didn't quite break down that first impression. She really liked to be in control. One of the first things I was told about her was that we were going to be given bags to put our stuff in when we came to change at the church. My first point of confusion--weren't we ALREADY going to have bags? Why do we need to transfer our stuff from one to the other? Sounded awfully Mr. Rogers to me. Then, and here's the kicker, we were supposed to put all of our stuff in said bags, take them out to the car BEFORE pictures (pictures of bride/groom separatly before the wedding arond 10:30, wedding at 2) and give HER our car keys. Whoa. That's crazy. Why would I give her my keys? Won't we need our stuff in the period of time after pictures and before the wedding to do our last minute beautification...stuff? My soon-to-be sister-in-law hadn't thought of that. She paused, then tried to explain it to where it made sense. It never really did. My mom was totally on my side. I knew then that me and Ms. Thang were going to be having a misunderstanding.

The day of the rehersal, I arrived to help decorate and learned that plastic tablecloths have an up and a down side. Never knew that! At the rehersal itself, we were all told to bring our shoes so we could practice walking in them. I have already worn those shoes, at a wedding no less, so I didn't think it was absolutly necessary for me to bring them. I sort of "forgot." It wasn't completely a rebellious forgetting, I really did forget until I was on my way and didn't want to go back for them. My mom didn't bring hers either. Must run in the family!! Turns out we were the only ones. That kinda freaked my SIL (sister-in-law) out, who assured me that I would be fine. I wasn't really worried, but I guess I felt better after being assured... After the rehersal, we were sat down and all given a two page document (front AND back) of the time schedule for tomorrow. We're talking down to the minute here--10:25, 11:15. I kinda tuned her out for awhile because I was whispering to my friend/groomsman next to me. I did tune back in when she said that from now on until the wedding, we were not to drink anything with caffine. I snapped my head up and then got to thinking how obnoxious that was, that I missed the rest of what she said. It made us all want to go drink like 5 pops, and I don't even drink a lot of pop! At the rehersal dinner, which rocked, we all drank pop.

The next day, I had my aunt do my hair and then went to the mall to have my makeup done. Word of the day...FREE!! Loved it! And I actually looked nice, so that was a bonus! I got to the church and changed into my dress and did the picture thing. Luckily, they provided food so we all ate like starving children. I was in a noon wedding once, where there was no food to be had, and halfway through the ceremony, my stomach expressed it's anger rather loudly. It made the other bridesmaid laugh. ANyways, the wedding itself was really beautiful and went perfectly. The reception was good times had by most.

So now I return home and begin the re-greasing process at McDonalds.

summer here, summer not

I plan to do great stuff to my blog page over the summer. Not sure what, but be expecting something...really...um...cool.

I'm currently listening to a CD made by a friend of mine. It's quite good. I just finished playing some Shubert.

Next week, my brother is getting married. Weird. For good or bad, I'm going home all next week to help out or provide comic relief for everyone.

I heard on the radio the other day that a groupd of Nazi's went to restaurant to have a party for Hitler, and the store manager might be in trouble for letting them in for that reason. A little obnoxious I think. I started laughing after she said "Nazi's" and then continued laughing after I heard the reason for their gathering. Don't get me wrong, I'm no Nazi lover, but that makes me smile for some reason. I wonder if they had a cake? I wonder if they wore party hats?

Question--
If a customer orders a drink, and doesn't specify the size, and you ask them, "what size?" and they say, "it doesn't matter," would you give them the largest, smallest, or medium size? Technically, you could charge them the ol' $1.50 for the large to make Ronald some money, and they couldn't complain. I usually go for the medium. What would you do?

We're going to start an extreme dodgeball team at McDonalds. Crew against managers. We've already got our team set. Dodgeball, a great American past-time. What a great game...

McDonald-land

You might be wondering how goes the world of grease and processed meat. Good times...I finished my "sticker book" o fun so I was presented with a t-shirt. It's a BigMac shirt that lists everything that a BigMac contains. I think it's my new favorite shirt.

The other day, The Man came and took all the managers for training. At one point, they all came with clipboards and went rampant in the store, watching what we did, getting in our way, writing down stuff, ordering us around, and complaining about stuff. I think it was a game. I think they had to find a certain number of things wrong. It was generally really annoying, because we were trying to work and get stuff done (plus, it was right at change-over, which always gets a little hectic) and that gets difficult when you have an infestation of about 10 managers all at once looking for things that are wrong. And it's really no big deal, because if we're doing it wrong, it SHOULD be fixed, but what they were finding wrong is stuff that they let slide all the time, or do themselves. Even one of the customers compained about the sudden invasion. I was trying to get his food and had to dodge clipboard-toting managers to get to him and he just shook his head and was like, 'WHAT is going on? This is little crazy...' Yes, it was. After the Manager Blitzkrieg of Ought-5, they returned to their meeting and we returned to our work.

Later, I was in pit and a manager comes and just stands there. I said hi and he continued to stare, so I asked "so...how's it going?" He said he was looking for "golden moments." I stared a few more seconds, mouth agape, and then bit back laughter and went back to work. I was talking to a customer and then he said I did a really good job and gave me a sticker. Maybe I'll get extra recess time too.

Oh yeah, I went to the gas station where I got hit on last time, but I had no takers. Just cheap gas.

Carry on