The Sims

Le gasp! An update in only three days?! Can it be?! ....Yes, yes it can, apparently. Because I have just that much of a life. Or I'm just bored. Take your pick.

Anyway, so my last popcorn shift that week kinda sorta sucked because it turned out I was stocker when I wasn't originally scheduled to be. Stocker requires a specific mindset, and I wasn't prepared to be in that mindset, so that threw me off. But I made it through the night, and the PM cash trainees stayed to help me clean instead of going to cash out, because they were re-hires, so they just needed that quick refresher. I was still out roughly on time, and that was that.

Sunday was my first day as Assignor. Oh my god I love it so much! First of all, it's kind of a little bit of a power trip, because you're basically controlling the floor of the restaurant. Secondly, all I have to do is click buttons and people go where I tell them to. I compare it to The Sims, really, because it's that same point-click-do idea. Except that my Sims had a tendency to wash their dishes in the bathroom sink, which guests don't do, nor do I really get the urge to put them in the pool and remove the ladders. ...Normally. But then, I don't have much interaction with the guests as an assignor. I'm sure the servers would like to do it sometimes, though. Also, Frances is fantastic. She's been around for a while, so she knows everything there is to know, really, and she's tiny, French, and has attitude. Sunday night was movie night again, and I'm pretty sure I'm now banned from ever picking the movie ever again. I made them watch the old Adam West Batman, which apparently only David has an appreciation for. DeAnna left before it started, Rachel fell asleep and then left, Craig just left, and then Jeremy fell asleep and then left. And everybody else just decided not to show up at all. I'm pretty sure the only reason Dan made it through the movie was because he had to, since it was his apartment. No one appreciates B-movies anymore. They're just lucky I didn't make them watch Killer Tomatoes or Jesus Christ, Vampire Hunter.

Yesterday I pretty much ran the place on my own, with her looking over my shoulder occasionally, and she kinda took over when the system briefly crashed and we had to go manual for a while. I was proud of me. Patrick found a plastic cockroach under one of his tables, so he thought it'd be a fantastic idea to put it in a napkin, bring it over to me, and say, "Look what I found under my table!" as he threw it at me. Thankfully, I didn't shriek in the restaurant. I just spazzed and flailed a little bit (read: a lot).

Last night was really fantastic, though. Being Thanksgiving in Canada, we celebrated with a potluck in the restaurant. Everyone in the pavilion was invited, and the kitchen made us the turkey and potatoes and gravy and stuffing and what have you, and then we brought the side dishes and desserts and stuff. It was really great to spend a holiday with everyone there, even if it is kind of a pointless holiday that wasn't established permanently in October until the '50s. And Frances made sugar pie, which made me incredibly happy, since I haven't had any since we were in Quebec for the ski trip in Grade 11.

Today was my day off, and I did nothing. I sat at my computer and caught up on my emails. And then one of my Norwegian roommates came home and is going back to Norway because her sister died. I feel really awkward, because I know that nothing I say or do will really do anything, y'know? The most I could do is offer her a cup of tea, which I did, but she didn't want any. I also grovelled to Ros for missing her birthday, and cooked spaghetti and meatballs.