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!
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