Chairs!
Funny conversation of the day...

Me: I'm tired.
Andy: Why? Are you lying down or something?
Me: No, my bed has a chair on it.
Andy: What?? Why does your bed have a chair on it?
Me: Well, because there's no room on the floor.

Maybe I should clean....
- posted by L. @ 12:36 AM

 
And what to do if you're given the wrong size uniform...
So the other day (meaning about two weeks ago...only two weeks ago? agh!), we did this little thing called inventory. Inventory is the oh-so-fun task of counting all the merchandise in a particular store whose stock numbers begin with 19 or 49...the catch is that inventory is at 6:30 in the morning before the park opens and whatnot (morning shift starts at 8:30). Anywho, so after 6:30 inventory and lunch with Megan, I headed back to my room to go to bed for a few hours before work at 3:00.
In my rush to get up after hitting snooze twice instead of once, I jumped out of bed, took a real quick shower, threw my pajamas back on and headed out to change out my uniform at wardrobe.
Typically, when I get to wardrobe, I double-check the sizes of my uniform, because they have been known to somehow mix up a small shirt and a size 30 shorts. I'm not sure how, but somehow they do. That afternoon, I was running late, didn't check my sizes and ran back to my room to change before going to work.
When I got back to my room, I put on my shorts and they fell off. I checked the size. Damn. Size 34! Well, too late to run back to wardrobe, I grabbed the other pair of shorts (size 30) that I had in my room and ran to work.
When I finally got around to having enough time to switch out my uniform again it was already Thursday (working morning shifts is a killer). So I head over to wardrobe, hand in my shirt, and explain to the woman in charge that my shorts were really supposed to be a size 30, instead of the 34. The following (stupid) conversation ensued.

Me: Oh yeah, and last time I was here, someone gave me the wrong size shorts. These should be a 30, not a 34.
Wardrobe: That's kind of a big difference.
Me (thought process): No shit, huh.
Me: Yeah, I know, I've worn a size 30 all summer.
Wardrobe: Well, I can't let you have a size 30 because that's a huge difference between a size 30 and 34. You'll have to go inside, and try on the size 30 to show us that they fit.
Me (thought process): Are you fucking joking? It's your fault I had the wrong size shorts, now I have to prove it to you that I'm right and you're wrong. This is ridiculous AND I'm already running late.
Me: Alright, whatever.

--Go inside--

Me: Yeah, someone gave me a size 34 shorts, and I wear a 30, so I guess I have to try on a size 30.
Wardrobe: Yeah, here's a size 30, if you can just try them on and show us they fit.
Me: Okay whatever.
Me (thought process): Unreal.

--Try on shorts, amazingly, they fit! WHOA!--

Me: Okay, here's the size 30.
Wardrobe: Oh, those are fine.
Me (thought process): Funny how that works, since I've been wearing a size 30 all summer and it's now my second to last day.
Me: Alright, thank you.


And you thought only park guests were stupid. :)
- posted by L. @ 10:06 PM

 
Today's subject: How to avoid someone in the cafeteria!
More specifically, how to avoid obnoxious people in the cafeteria, so that your dinner isn't completely ruined.

Once upon a time (okay, I think it was last Monday), I was over at the cafeteria, waiting to meet Kelly for break. Upon entering the cafeteria, the first person I noticed was an extremely obnoxious person who I happened to run into very early on in the season.

Side note: I should set this on up first. Obnoxious person has a name, but I'm going to avoid mentioning it, just in case (plus, someone else could confuse this person with them, and there is a distinct difference!!!). So we'll go with calling obnoxious person George. George is what you might describe as a "pretty boy" who looks like he's approximately 17. George sat down at the table next to mine in the cafeteria at the beginning of June, and consequently I spent the rest of June trying to avoid him. It didn't work especially well, because of a string of bad luck, like wanting to get on one bus and ending up on the other one, having him show up outside my dorms one night, etc, etc. George could definitely be considered attractive, but once he opened his mouth...it was all over from there. I have never met such a self-centered, boring person in my entire life, and that's definitely saying a lot.

Okay, back to my story.
I was at one end of the cafeteria line, and George was at the other end. In order to keep George from seeing me, I kept close tabs on the exact movements of the person in front of me in order to stay behind them, so George wouldn't see me. Jumping around behind random people got me a lot of strange looks, and eventually the person behind the line (I think his name was Martin) asked me what I wanted. I told him I wasn't sure yet, and continued on with my dance steps to avoid George seeing me. About three minutes later, Martin and I had the following conversation.

Martin: Have you decided yet?
Me: Yes, but I'm not going to order yet, because see, I'm avoiding someone. He's down there, and I really really don't want him to see me, and it's really hard to hide wearing this uniform 'cause, see, it's bright red, and I kind of stick out, and I know that if I walk down there, that guy is going to see me, and I REALLY don't want to see him, because then he'll follow me and sit down with me, and consequently my dinner will be ruined, and that would be really bad, so I'm just going to stand here and avoid him, if that's okay.
Martin: Uh, yeah...
Me: Just smile and nod.
--Martin smiles and nods--

I then proceeded to outline how obnoxious sitting by George was to a random girl in line next to me, ordered my food (because George had pretty much sat down and I was now free to roam down the line), and attempted to hide behind one of the posts in the cafeteria. Luckily, George didn't see me, and a full 10 minutes after walking into the cafeteria, I was finally able to join Kelly for a decent break without the constant blabbering of George's social life, which basically included drinking, drinking, and oh yeah, more drinking, some complaining about the hangovers he's still stupid enough to get, then asking me if being 21 is any different than being 20 (a question he asked me like, every single time he saw me between my birthday and the end of the season, when the answer never changed, but he's just a dumbass like that), and the proceeding to tell me about another one of his drinking stories, which I probably have already heard.
I passed the break without being nabbed by George but once, and being in a conversation with Kelly, I was still able to pretty much avoid George.
So, the moral of the story is that if you want to avoid someone in the cafeteria, just do a dance behind someone else, tell the person behind the cafeteria line that you're avoiding someone, and then take your good sweet time to sit down! And you should be successful at avoiding people you don't like! :)
- posted by L. @ 1:24 AM

 
Ahh..summer. Wait, it's over! No! Come back, come back!
So back to Ripon I headed, after a fabulous summer in Sandusky (yeah who would have thought Sandusky would have equaled fabulous??) that I definitely did NOT want to come home from! I heart Ohio! Well, not Ohio, but definitely my coworkers and friends, and of course that constant barrage of Snoopy movies!
Sigh, Ripon, you just aren't the same.
I got my pictures back today after an uneventful trip to Oshkosh (because lord knows I have to take my film to Oshkosh, even though I COULD have taken it somewhere in Ripon, but what's the fun in that, and hey, who actually wants to go to class? not me...i already skipped the first one! i am off to a great start in attendence this year! hoopa!). My pictures are great, and it made me sad all over again...I miss everyone!
So Ripon, here I am again...LAST YEAR! Wouldn't it be great if it was the last semester?? I should have just graduated along with everyone else last year...but who really wants to be out in the real world this soon?? Weren't we all freshmen like, a year ago?? Arguh.
So, like I had promised, I'm going to start at the beginning of the summer, and go through the end. Not in one posting, naturally, but in a few here and there, yadda yadda...
My day to move to Ohio starts at 4:30AM, and we're on the road by 5:00. It was NOT a good way to start the day. The trip down was eventless, process-in procedure painless, blah blah blah...and I'm assigned a room. In the dorms I definitely did NOT want to live in. The dorms that I was assigned to are on Point (situated across from the Hotel Breakers and behind the Corkscrew. Yay). Not to mention there isn't air-conditioning, and it's about a million degrees out there, at least so I've heard. Sigh. Well, not to be discouraged, even though Cedar Point logic for assigning me to Gold Dorms (henceforth referred to as Gold) is pretty shitty.

Human Resources: Do you have a car?
Me: No.
HR: Well, then you'll be living in Gold.
Me: I don't want to live in Gold.
HR: Well, you don't have a car, so we're putting you in Gold, because otherwise you won't have a way to get to work.
Me: But isn't there a shuttle bus?
HR: Yes, but we're putting you in Gold anyway.

So off to Gold I head, and am assigned a room, and a key, and head up the stairs with my first armload of crap. Finding my room was no problem, opening the door was no problem...the problem was the room itself. Sparsely furnished, and overall crappy looking, the room that greeted me was for two people, but was roughly the same size as my single in Johnson for 2nd semester. Except that it was more square than rectangular, and I had to share it with someone. As of that moment, the mysterious roommate was nowhere to be found, but they had warned me in the interview that people tended to work a lot, so I assumed she was at work. After I unpacked and whatnot, attempted to locate service on my cell phone (another whole story), mysterious roommate shows up.
Ohboy.
She's a nerd.
I can tell this right off the bat, but she seemed to be a nice nerd, and might be someone I could live with. We made small talk, etc, she seemed like she might be an OK roommate.
Yeah, I was extremely wrong on that one.
Let's give a little background on weird roommate. This in itself should explain just about everything.
Weird roommate is 20 years old, is the oldest of seven (yes, seven) kids. She was home-schooled her entire life, "graduated" from high school (home-school) in 2000, despite the fact that she is a year younger than me, and had she been in the normal school system would have graduated in 2002, and has already gone to three different colleges...should be graduating this year with a degree in "liberal arts" or something stupid like that (she said it's basically a way to graduate with an undeclared major)...yeah I know I go to a liberal arts college, but still....Anyway. Weird roommate has no social skills, and consequently no tact.
I had a little red flag go up right away, when she told me that she likes to listen to the New Testament before she goes to bed, and proceeded to show me that she had the entire thing on tape. Oh joy!
Not being the most of religious people, I took the cue to maybe keep my distance, especially at night. Most nights I could be found floating around somewhere outside of Gold, looking for cell phone service.
Who listens to the New Testament?? And before bed?? You've got to be kidding me. When weird roommate wasn't listening to the Bible, she was reading it. And listening to cheesy praise music. It was like a constant barrage of noise. Ugh.
As the summer progressed, weird roommate became weirder...and she didn't work. Ever. My weeks ranged at 6 days a week, of 7.5 hours at the minimum, weird roommate's weeks ranged at maybe 20 hours, maybe, and over the course of 4 days. And she went home early at any chance she possibly got. Arguh. So weird roommate was there ALL. THE. TIME. And was not getting any less weird!
Soon more of her freaky habits were showing up...
A typical morning included me going to bed somewhere between 3:00 and 4:00...sometimes later. So at the bright hour of 9:30, my roommate would set her alarm. Which went off right in MY ear. I swore some day I would unplug it and chuck it out the window (since we didn't have a screen, afterall), but after about 5 minutes, she would turn it off. Let me rephrase that. She'd hit the snooze button. So then 10 minutes later...
Repeat this process about four times.
Eventually, Creepy McRoommate (which I will henceforth refer to her as), would get up. Now, if you're awake, and your roommate is asleep, don't you think that MAYBE you would be at least somewhat quiet??
Yeah, me too. Unfortunately, Creepy McRoommate had a better idea. She was going to make as much noise as possible. Yanking open drawers, then slamming them, going to the bathroom, slamming the door, making phone calls on her cell phone in the room, etc, etc. Eventually, around 11:00, I would absolutely have had it, and just get up. And then Creepy McRoommate would take a nap.
At this point, I would retaliate, and turn on my music. Not excessively loud, but loud enough. And hey, she'd been up for almost 2 hours, so it wasn't my fault she picked that time to go back to bed!
So this whole process of making a whole buttload of noise continued on, getting worse on days when she would call her mother at 8:30 in the morning before work (when she actually started working), but would keep the cell phone in the room and talk to her while I was trying to sleep.
Eventually, I caught her talking on her cell phone one afternoon (she actually held the conversation in the hall!), except that she was talking about me, and I was in the shower, able to hear the whole conversation. Isn't that thoughtful of her??
As the summer progressed, I avoided talking to her as much as possible, but that didn't keep her annoying habits from being annoying, and eventually disgusting. The girl who lived below us, Teresa (my eventual roommate), complained about how obnoxiously loud my roommate was in the morning...not only was she able to wake me up, but she woke up Teresa who lived downstairs. She was definitely loud deliberately...arguh.
Aside from being loud, Creepy McRoommate had a nasty habit of personal hygiene. Actually, let me rephrase that. Lack of personal hygiene is a better word for that!
One night, I walked into my room around 2:30 or so, and Creepy McRoommate was asleep. I had my flashlight, so I was able to keep from turning the lights on, and I happened to notice that Creepy McRoommate was asleep...under her comforter (yeah, it was like, 80), and her feet were poking out...feet and legs complete with khaki pants that she'd worn today. I was a little disturbed by the fact that she was sleeping in her clothes, especially since the light was out, so she actually went to bed wearing her clothes. The next morning I thought I was wrong on that, or something, but when I got up after she went to work, her clothes were definitely on her bed in a pile. When Creepy McRoommate got home that night, she put on the exact same clothes that she had worn the day before AND slept in that night. I was highly disgusted. It's not like it's winter here...temperatures were definitely in the 80s...ugh, I wanted to barf. Personal hygiene, please! This repeated itself a number of times, and I don't ever really recall her taking many showers either...so yeah. Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Lack of personal hygiene is what finally drove me from the room, I moved in with my friend Teresa (hooray! she was normal! and didn't listen to the bible at night!) for the last month of the summer.
Like I mentioned earlier, Teresa lived below Creepy McRoommate and I before...and used to get woken up by Creepy McRoommate trying to make sure I didn't sleep. Needless to say, as soon as I moved out, Teresa said it got a lot quieter upstairs. Go figure. :)
- posted by L. @ 9:38 PM

 
Oh wow, she lives!!!
Hi everyone!
I'm sure by now you've all forgotten that this website thingy even exists, but hey, it had to start again sometime, eh??
Well...I'm back in Wisconsin again! Hooray! The summer finally ended! This last week I thought would drag, but it FLEW by!! It was a great week, even though I worked way over 50 hours in five days...and my days started at 6:30 on Monday and Tuesday...details, details...
Sigh.
I don't want to be home!!! I want to go back to Sandusky!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Got that out of my system! :)
I still do, in all honesty, want to turn around and go back. What a summer!!!!
I vaguely remember being all moody and whatnot about going, but ugh, that was the best experience ever! I had such a great time!!
Anyway!
Look for more exciting updates about all the STUPID people I encountered on a daily basis, fun with rides, and my psycho roommate...should be amusing, at least I'll try to make it amusing anyway! So look forward to that!!!
Alright, so much to do, so little time!

- posted by L. @ 11:39 PM