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power.

Yesterday was the first day that I had to open a shift by myself. Getting to the store before everyone, with an hour by myself, I absolutely love. I can do what I need to do, and nobody is there to tell me how, or to bother me.

I did alright. It's all a learning experience. There is training, and then there's application. Application is a lot different. At any rate, everyone is hovering over me trying to make sure that I'm okay, even when I'm not asking for any help, and it aggravates me while it's happening. Later, I realize that it's a good thing that I have a good set of managers to help me.

I practiced my power over the helpless yesterday. We have a satellite music station box. It has 200 selections of music to listen to. Before, I was at the mercy of the managers that played whatever they wanted to listen to. Yesterday, it was MY choice. For the hour that I was alone and setting up, I listened to Alternative Music. "Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches." First song of the day. Woo hoo!

Then, my crew gets there. They prefer Urban Beat. Which is R&B/Rap. Fine, Good stuff to dance to. Motivating music, rock on. When we open, my manager is nagging me to change the 'ghetto music' as he calls it. He nagged me at least 5 times. Finally, I went in the back and changed it.

Now, mind you, my crew and my customers are primarly a R&B/Rap/Soul/Pop music crowd. What did I chose?

80's music baby!

I totally showed my age, and the fact that you just don't realize how many lyrics to old songs you have stored in your noggin.

As a result, no one really stayed a very long time in the dining room. Hilarious.

In other news, I am going to pick up my spanish book evry day and do a lesson in it. I think that there is 25 lessons. I hope to do them all within 25 weeks, and hopefully cross the bridge that is bilingual to actually fluent.

I was sweeping at the training store, and I told them in spanish to 'watch your feet' Well, apparently the word for 'feet' and 'crotch' is very similar. I told them to 'watch your crotch, I'm sweeping.'

16 days until Convocation where Mike is taking me for a whole weekend. We will be in Detroit and I hope to meet up with Susie and Kim for at least a lunch or dinner. I really would like them to meet Mike, and for Mike to meet them. I fear I have dropped the ball on trying to arrange it so that more people could come with us. I have been pathetically caught up in malaise and drama.

Though, being back at my own store is seriously doing me good. I figured that it would. I missed everyone, and it's just nice to be so close to home. AND AWAY FROM THE HORRIBLEY WRETCHEDLY TEMPTING SCENT OF TIM HORTONS EVERY SINGLE DAMN DAY. If you couldn't tell, there was a Tim Horton's attatched to the training store and there is absolutely nothing that I can have there.... that I want.

Fruit bowls and and fruit cups became available on the Wendy's menu this past month. This has been reason for much rejoicing. I was becoming a bit tweaked by the same foods every day. And not really packing my lunches sorta left me optionless. Fries, side salads, baked potato. That's pretty much it.

Gotta make the donuts.
I mean
Gotta make the burgers.
oy.
x

Posted by hawkie at February 4, 2005 09:52 AM