I'm very sad because I'm not scheduled to work all week. I really do miss work. It's pathetic. When I'm working I hate being there and I just want to go home, but now that I'm not spending the majority of my time at The Edge I want to go work. Not only do I miss the people and the atmosphere, but I miss the money. My last paycheck was thirty-four dollars. That sucks because that's only like $60 a month. My tanning is $60 a month! Not taking into account gas and other things! It also sucks because I'm going to GSP this summer, so that's five weeks of unemployment. I am teaching an intense figure skating camp before I leave though. I guess that'll be some extra money. :\

Ok, so I went to work tonight and it was awesome. First of all, no one came to skate and there were seven of us working. I was on admissions cash register so I sat around until about eight until my supervisor realized that no one was going to show up. At that point I was starving because I hadn't eaten dinner, so Carly and I went to Taco Bell still clocked in. Paul was supervising. He's the best supervisor because he doesn't care about anything. We came back ten minutes later with food for everyone except Brittney, my other supervisor, because she had went and got food at KFC. We were all sitting there talking and eating when Brittney starts freaking out. Turns out her lip ring had fallen out somewhere and she didn't know if she had swallowed it or it had fallen on the floor. It was really gross because she had just gotten it pierced the other day. Evidently if the stud comes out of your lip even for a couple of minutes it can start to grow back. Seeing her nasty, bloody lip was revolting. She made us all get down on the floor in the skate room and look for her wretched lip stud. We couldn't find it so we assumed she swallowed it. She then left and sped to Hot Topic to buy a new one before the mall closed. Paul and some other people were making some serious jabs at her while she was gone and then we all felt kind of guilty. So we had to go hunt down the Holy Grail and spit in it. There's this tradition at the rink called the Holy Grail. It's this small styrofoam cup with "Holy Grail" written on it in black ink. We set it up in some remote area of the rink (currently it's on high beam in the breakroom) and it's to stay there unless you sin. When you feel very guilty about sinning you go and spit in the Holy Grail and then move it. It sounds very sacreligious to me so I never take part in the spitting. I don't even know how the tradition started. Apparently it began back at the old rink before it was torn down. Either way, it's kind of funny.

Work is about to get really sad. Most of our staff is made up of seniors, which means they'll all be gone either this summer or in the fall. I say that I hate working at the ice arena, but at the same time it's so much fun. Carly will be staying in town, although she said she's putting in her two weeks soon. That kind of sucks because I'm always used to her being around. We hired two new chicks last week. They get on my nerves. You can just tell they're trying so hard to be a part of The Edge family, but it's just not working out. One has a really smart mouth and is already bossing everyone around. She's not even old enough to drive alone. She's the most annoying. Then there's this other girl who's really quiet and doesn't talk. I don't have anything against her, she's just really awkward. Oh! There's a new guy too. Everyone hates him because he's the suckiest worker. He doesn't do anything. You can tell him to go sweep something up and he'll disappear to go get a broom then you won't see him for thirty minutes. He spends a lot of time in the breakroom texting. It's annoying that we all have to pick up his slack. Not to mention he doesn't even show up to half of his shifts.

I didn't really work hardly at all this week, so I don't have much to blog about. I only worked three days all of Spring Break and I got sent home early every day. The first day I walked in and they sent me home after thirty minutes. The next day I left an hour early. Today I left at two when I was scheduled to stay until four. In the small amount of time I have spent at work, it's been fun. No one comes to The Edge on Spring Break. In fact, on average we only had about eight people an ENTIRE day. This allowed me to spend my time drinking slushies from the concession stand, spinning around in the desk chair, playing Doodle Jump on my newly purchased iPhone, or scribbling in Microsoft Paint on my boss's office computer. I probably earned about eighty bucks this week, which was well earned.

When I talk about work it always deals with one of two extremes: extremely boring or extremely stressful. Yesterday was by far the MOST boring day at work ever. I was on concession stand register, and I kid you not, I rang up a total of seven people over the three-hour public session. Thankfully, the lobby of the rink is equipped with several large, flat screen TVs, so I was able to watch the UK game. In fact, the entire staff was sitting in the lobby watching the game because it was so pitifully boring. I started the morning off at 12:06 with a call from my supervisor while I was pulling into The Edge parking lot. She told me I had to go pick up a cake at the Rolling Pin for a birthday party. That was an adventure because I had no idea where the Rolling Pin was. I finally found it and picked up the Jonas Brothers cake and went back to the rink. I delivered it and spent the next thirty minutes helping a grandma set up for her granddaughter's birthday party. Another party canceled, so we got to eat their cake. It was delicious and the highlight of my day.

This week was awful. I worked Tuesday and it was a nightmare. Wednesday was better, but still not fun. Tuesday was awful because we lacked teachers, but gained about forty new students. There were three instructors on staff averaging fifteen students per class and four classes per half hour. You do the math. We had to combine classes of similar levels which should never be done. I get enough complaints when I have a class of ten and I can't give each individual child 110% of my attention, and the number of complaints went through the roof when I had a Beginner/Pre-Alpha class of twenty-two at 4:30. I had a little talk with the person in charge of the ice arena and said something HAS to be done about this. Either she needs to hire new instructors or put a cap on classes. She argued that she doesn't want to turn any student away, but she fails to address the fact that more and more parents are pulling their kids out of classes because of inefficient teaching. I'll fess up and say that teaching is below par, but how good can it be when you have one seventeen-year-old versus twenty eight-year-olds?! Either way, customers will be lost, but she needs to look at the big picture. Should we turn kids away and have our program become more exclusive? Or should we accept everyone, but risk the bad reputation for being an inefficient skating school? Something needs to be done. If not they can count on being short one more teacher next session.

I did not work this weekend so I don't have much to say about work. I did work Tuesday and Wednesday though. We started a new session of figure skating lessons at The Edge this week. Usually I hate lessons and dread having to spend three or four hours there, but this week was awesome. On Tuesdays I teach three Pre-Alpha classes. This week there was some sort of Amish family at the rink. They kind of look like the Duggars from Eighteen Kids and Counting, or whatever that show is called. There's this girl I work with, Rachael, and we call her Duggar because she's able to pop out pretzels and breadsticks in the concession stand at the same rate the Duggars are popping out kids. When we saw their huge family of fourteen walk into the rink, we all told Duggar her long lost family has come to retrieve her. Anyways, this family is adorable. I have three of the younger boys in one of my Pre-Alpha classes. One of their names is Wesley and he is my new favorite. He is the cutest six-year-old I've ever seen. All the brothers are incredibly smart and funny too. Every time one of their classmates is lagging behind when we're doing swizzles or falls down, one of them will go and help them get up. It's adorable. After their class they stayed out on the ice and talked with me and I ended up sitting down with their whole family and talking to them for about thirty minutes. The rest of the staff was cleaning windows and sweeping, so I felt a little bad, but I'm being paid to teach figure skating lessons (at $2.00 more pay than usual) not to clean. There are staff there on lesson nights that are paid minimum wage to clean and I'm not one of them. So, this family. I met all their brothers and sisters and their parents and they are all as sweet as can be. I'm so excited for this week to see them again. Although I think they might not be there because I vaguely recall them saying they were about to leave for a "trip out West."