People and Parting

People! Ok, I know I have totally slacked on my blog. Dang. Remember how I said I didn't want this blog to become one of those things that I keep up for a while, then totally forget? Well it happened anyway. And I feel like that is the real shame here. The fact that I practically warned myself that I was going to neglect my writing, and then I actually did neglect it. Anyway....
In case you didn't know, I'm in Utah. And I'm LOVING IT! I can get out of the shower in the morning and actually dry off. That didn't happen very often in Florida.  This next week should be exciting- the first week back to college! Hopefully then I'll have some more exciting things to write about. Not that nothing exciting has happened in the last two weeks. Because believe me... it has. But I feel just slightly overwhelmed trying to write everything down. In the words of my old Book of Mormon professor (who actually is quoting someone else, but I have no idea who. And who also has a voice that sounds like Piglet's from Winnie the Pooh): "There is too much.... let me sum up."
Beginning of the Summary: My parents came to pick me up from Florida the week of August 12th. My older sister also came with them. We had a ton of fun, but also got exhausted from all the walking and the Florida heat/humidity. We hit all of the parks (some of them multiple times), and even got to go to my home for the past 3 months, Blizzard Beach. It was so great to show them everything, and they absolutely LOVED Toy Story Mania (I am happy to say that I got the high score both times we went). While I practically drooled over Fantasmic, their favorite firework show was Magic Kingdom's, and- let's be honest- who can blame them?
Middle of the Summary: We flew home Saturday, which, in itself, is a story. The kid sitting next to me threw up.... twice. I didn't sleep the entire plane ride because I was so anxious that he was going to lose his lunch on me.  I about died. Needless to say, it wasn't the most enjoyable flying experience. The flight from Phoenix to Salt Lake went a lot smoother- no puking children.
End of summary: I'm now just hanging out here in Sandy until I move into my apartment on Friday. I've gone through my old clothes (about three garbage bags full) and I'm all packed up, and ready to go (aside from the fact that I haven't paid tuition yet or purchased any of my books.... yikes!). I've had some time to hang out with my roommates, and we even went to the Zoo! It was awesome, and the guy at the gate let us in for half price. Score! I also had the chance to make homemade cupcakes. Yup, homemade.... from scratch... without a cake mix. They turned out fabulous (if I do say so myself), and when my family tasted them, I made them use a fork just like the judges on Cupcake Wars.
Well, as they say wherever they say it, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." I'm hoping that this next week I'll have some experiences that will make my creative juices start flowing again. Until then you'll just have to grin and bear it.

Oakleys, Oops, and Operation

Ok, you have to promise me something. You will stop freaking out because I just used the word "Operation" in my title. I didn't have an operation. No one I know is having an operation. I didn't have to perform an operation.... but I kinda perform "operation" every time I'm at work. Let me explain. I've mentioned before how I sometimes have to do the beloved mug cart. And when I say "beloved", I am most definitely being sarcastic. Mug cart really isn't that bad. You just have to be in the right mind frame. When doing mug cart, there is always at least one guest who comes up to return their key when it's still on their wrist. They stick out their arm to me and I'm like, "Yeah? That's a shame your arm sticks out that way. Oh what? You want me to take the key off of your wrist for you?". Epitome of laziness. So I gingerly try to take it off their wrist without touching them at all, because that's just awkward. Sometimes it gets stuck, so I'm not that gentle. It's like the game Operation. I feel like if I touch their skin some huge buzzer is going to go off and everyone is going to know that I lost. That's usually when I just yank the key off their wrist.
This week everyone at work had to attend an information meeting about Oakley sunglasses. It wasn't terrible, just boring. I had just eaten and was out at Shade Shack (the exile position that no one wants) when I was sent to the meeting. We listened to this guy talk about sunglasses in this nice, air conditioned room. I about zonked out. But during his presentation, he was talking about how durable Oakleys are. He took out some sunglasses and showed us some imprints on the glasses. He told us that those marks were from a pellet gun held at four feet away. I think he thought it would impress us, and it did... but I was just thinking, "Why are you shooting a pellet gun four feet away from people's faces?". Who knows. What really got me was when he pulled out a heavy metal stake thing and was like, "Then we dropped these on the sunglasses from a height of five feet." Ok sir, next time I'm hunting vampires and need to use one of those stakes, I'll be sure to wear some Oakleys, so in case the vampire gets the stake, holds it five feet from me head, and drops it, my eyes will be protected.
I had a big Oopsie this week. No, not like that. I meant work related. I was taking care of the Premium and Umbrella space rentals when two guests came up and were like, "We were both assigned to this specific umbrella position". Uh oh. That's never good. Luckily, my manager was right there and we got it all figured out. We walked over to the sandy umbrella section and had to figure out who was assigned to where. It was confusing, but the whole time my manager was like, "You got this, just take your time and figure it out." He wanted me to solve the whole mess, which was nice because I felt like he trusted me. My managers are so awesome, and the people who were all in the different areas were so nice and weren't the grumpy kind of guests that would just go off on you. I've been really lucky to not have any guest really treat me crummy. So that incident turned out not to be that bad.
That's basically all that's happening in my life right now. I'm so excited that the Gustafsons come down this week and my family comes down next! I'm so excited to see all of them! These last two weeks are gonna fly by!