I just woke up and realized I had forgotten to post my blog. This is probably due to the fact that this weekend at work has been so boring! There's not much to say. I worked Saturday night from six to midnight. I was on admissions cash register, which means I just sat there the entire time. Then after the public session was over at ten I went into the breakroom and helped my supervisor do the deposit until midnight. I then went home. Actually, when I was walking to my car I found a lost puppy. It had a collar around its neck, so I was going to pick it up and keep it until the next day when I could find its owner. Then the puppy ran away when I tried to chase and catch it. I just went home after that.

Yesterday was extremely boring at work yet stressful. I got to work and was greeted by the supervisor I despise. I clocked in and went to the bathroom to change into my sweatpants and she yelled at me. She accused me of wasting company time and that the city does not want to pay me to change clothes. I find this proposterous because it took me thirty seconds to change. So what did that cost the city? Two pennies? Funny thing is though, that they pay on a fifteen-minute loop. For example, if you clock in at three and clock out at 3:46 they'll give you a full hour's pay. Last time I checked it does not take me fifteen minutes to change.

I came up with this brillant plan to post my 95 Theses/Grievances with The Edge Ice Center yesterday as well. I was rinkguarding for the first hour and the lazy supervisor was watching my every move and constantly motioning for me to come over to her so she could criticize something I was doing. I'd like to see her get out on the ice and catch every person that falls. I'd have to say my biggest problem with The Edge is this one particular supervisor. Everything bad about the rink spawns from her. She is a forty-year-old that acts like she's thirteen. She's always spreading gossip and acting like she's better than everyone else. It's ridiculous. Not to mention she's creepy. She has this "boyfriend", his name is Frank, who comes to the rink every day. He's a total creeper too. He has this thin, Italian mustache, although I'm pretty sure he's not Italian. He also has these slanted eyes (this is not meant to be derrogatory, he's not Asian) that give me the shivers. Anyways, we always joke around about Frank, but yesterday said supervisor crossed the line. After session she decided that everyone, including the other two supervisors, was going to sweep and clean the bleachers. This is a very time-consuming task even when everyone pitches in. Of course, she did not pitch in. Finally, someone with some guts yelled at her to do something. The conversation then went like so:
Evil Supervisor: I can't bend over because I have hurt my back. So, I can't sweep or clean anything. Sorry guys. I just can't bend over.
Person: That's not what Frank said.
Evil Supervisor: I'm sure!
Then an awkward silence followed and then everyone dry heaved and ran to clock out. The sad thing is that her seventeen-year-old son works with her, meaning he heard it. When we asked how he felt about her random outbursts of such talk (it happens quite frequently) he said, "I'm used to it." Poor child.

Since this is a blog about my place of wonderful employment, I suppose I should open with a little introductory paragraph. I work at The Edge Ice Center which is the new replacement for the old ice arena. I work mostly on weekdays and holidays and twice during the week when I teach snotty-nosed children how to figure skate. I get paid minimum wage to deal with stressful and dramatic situations. Except for when I teach figure skating lessons when I earn $9.25. It's wonderful.

Nobody believes me when I talk about how stressful and over dramatized my work is. Not to be derogatory, but ghetto children like to "chill" at the ice arena. They like to sneak in, steal food, push people down on the ice, cause a ruckus, and get in fights. This of course enrages me when I get in trouble for not catching them sneak in, fall for their "but you shortchanged me!" act, or do not blow my whistle at them while I am patrolling the ice. I shall provide a brief example of a normal situation at the rink.

Last weekend I was rink guarding at a Friday night session which runs from seven to ten. I try to be a cool rink guard. I really do. I am not constantly yelling at people or blowing my whistle. Actually, I leave my whistle in my car. I'm extremely passive until someone ticks me off. So, this child, actually he was like fourteen, decides to start throwing milk crates at small kids. I have like two four-year-olds laying on the ice crying because the kid has whacked them, purposefully, with milk crates. I'm not lying. So I tell him to quit and that he has to take a five minute timeout. The kid goes bizerk. He runs away from me yelling and cussing. I chase the stupid kid for at least five minutes until he's pushing people out of his way, at which point I grab his shoulder. He turns around and slaps me across the face. Extremely out of character for me, I let a few words slip that should not have and I drag his arrogant butt off the ice with him cussing and hitting me. Finally after I have managed to get him off the ice he rips off his hockey skates and throws them at me. I love children.

Back to today. I worked from eight this morning until two this afternoon. It was not fun. There was a group of one hundred and fifty Girl Scouts and their parents that came at nine and left at ten thirty. At two minutes to eleven (the beginning of our public skating session) there was still a massive pile of skates to put away from the Girl Scouts. I spent the rest of the day on the admissions cash register which is normally a pretty easy station to work. Except everyone and their brother decided to go ice skating today, which really made things hard on me. I had a high school JROTC group of fifty five, three church groups of over thirty people apiece, four birthday parties of about fifteen kids each, plus all the random public that decided to show up. I'm sure I screwed up somewhere along the way and the deposit will come up $30 short or over and then I will be accused of shortchanging or stealing. Hoorah.