Chikin Grease

To begin with, my mom and younger two siblings who live at home all went to Disneyland (without me) on Friday and Saturday and left my dad and I to fend for ourselves. And let me just say, we barely survived while my mom was gone.

The reason we were left home was because my dad and I both had work, he at his accounting firm Taxque and I at my new job at Chick-fil-a!! Eat Mor Chikin!

I started about a month ago and I still feel horribly incompetent. So far I have: dropped a dollar out the drive thru window (I haven't worked drive thru since), given someone $2 extra in change (luckily they corrected me), messed up plenty of orders, been scolded by my manager for flirting with a guy while taking his order, spilled hot coffee on myself, and many more delightful things. Okay, okay, so I know it sounds pretty bad over at the big CFA, but I'm actually enjoying myself and it is a great place to work. Also I now say "my pleasure" instead of "your welcome" because that's how we do it at the chicken capital of America.

I'm a big ol' workin girl now. Ain't that nice.

So I had work on Friday night and luckily I survived. Afterwards I went and got Mexican food with my daddy-o because apparently when mom's gone we forget that we need to eat to stay alive (who would have thought?!). And then I went to my friend's house.

When I pulled up to his house I saw my friends all standing in the bed of one of our friend's trucks and they were jumping up and down and dancing and if I didn't know better I'd say they were drunk (no, they weren't) so I just hopped out of the car and joined them! Then some random taxi cab pulls up next to the truck and the driver gets out and proceeds to stand on the side of the street and watch us. Being thoroughly creeped out we asked him if he was waiting for someone and he just said that he was "watching the show". Yeahhhh, we went inside after that.

On Saturday I had plans with my guy friend from the play Macbeth I was just in, but because I stayed up till 3 in the morning, I slept in till 4! So I basically stood him up unintentionally because I had to work again at 5.

Saturday night was my school's 50's themed MORP/Sadie Hawkins dance. I am pretty sick of school dances at this point so I really just didn't want to ask anyone (I just don't like dating, but more about that at a later time) but, being in Student council, I got roped into helping with the coat check at the dance.

So I got home from work and had to go straight to the dance to help out. My family was home by then, so I changed into my 50's attire (poodle skirts are a must :) and as I was leaving, I decided to ask my 13 year old brother if he wanted to help me at the dance...and he said yes! So basically I took my brother to the school dance. Rock on. 

He and I actually ended up having a good time doing coat check and dancing occasionally when we weren't busy, and despite the weird looks from my friends when they saw us swing dancing together I enjoyed myself.

So here are a few morals of this weekend:

-Humans need food to survive

-Taxi Cab drivers are creepy and might kidnap you

-Chikin is good for you

-Never trust me with your money

-I like sleep more than people

-Taking your brother to a dance is actually WORSE than taking your cousin (not that I would know about the latter or anything...)

- Nothing good happens after 2 am

-And finally, if you ever have a choice between work and Disneyland, pick work.



It's been my pleasure to serve you.