i AM the dairy queen

so- work. i worked my first day at dairy queen on monday. i donned the apron and baseball cap and watch out ice cream world! it was overall an okay experience, much better prior to the hour and a half of cleaning after the store closed. that was sad. i caught on pretty quick though- i only got to make a few things because we really only made whatever someone ordered (imagine that) so the rest wil just have to wait for another day, another customer. i made about a bazillion blizzards though, especially the new cheesecake kinds, and let me just say that i make a mean cheesecake blizzard. oh man, the blizzard machine and i totally duked it out all night- it won a few battles, but ultimately i won the war. it was bloody though. or at least i had strawberries and ice cream ALL over me! i bleach-penned the heck out of my shirt as soon as i got home and threw it in the laundry. OH! AND- so i worked from 5 to close (10 + cleanup) so i had to take a half hour break at 7:30. so, genius that i am, i remember that i started my curs-ed period that morning and completely forgot to bring anything with me to work… i know, awkward, right? well i didnt have any money to go buy anything, so i decided that it’s about 13 minutes to my house- i’ll drive home really fast, grab some stuff plus something to munch on then come back and start work again. so i run out to my car… my little civic… and it wont start. i had left the lights on, because there’s no beep or anything. im mortified. so i go back in, and form another genius plan. i’ll call my mum, have her or dad drive in now to jump my car before it gets late, and also bring some stuff for me. of course, my dad answers, so i have to explain the whole situation to him plus where in the bathroom to look- poor guy. he agrees, i make myself a hot fudge sundae and wait for him to get there. he comes in a little later and i start walking out the door to the car and he’s like, “wait, dont you want your…” and has them tucked into the hem of his t-shirt. i just laughed and shoved them into my pocket and said. “oh yeah- sorry about all that. thanks dad.” the rest of the story is pretty self-explanatory, but i laughed really hard when i realized that if i wouldnt have forgotten the stuff, i wouldnt have known that my car was dead until 11:30 when i got off work, and both of my parents would have been asleep… oh boy. my life. im so bad at being a girl. yeah. that was work. i was tired afterwards, especially my left hand from wiping tables and counters and fighting the blizzard machine. and i have to admit that it was humbling to walk around the restaurant in an apron and cap with a bucket of soapy water and a towel scrubbing tables. but i guess humbling is what we all need… especially me. my mind would wander so much while i was outside of the kitchen that i kept trying to come up with some role to play- motivation to wipe the tables, you know? hahaha. i kept coming up with these college girls in nyc trying to work over the summer to raise enough money to finish school and become a pediatrician or something noble. not like an actress . i was trying to incorporate exciting things like terminal diseases and boys, but student over the summer was as far as i got my first night. exotic, right? and really original. but i have three more days this week. i’ll work up something exciting.

someone told me last night that if they were in an arranged marriage, they hoped it would be with me. that made my whole day... i think.