I failed to post last week and I apologize. The snow days definitely threw me off. Let's see what has happened since I last wrote.
Saturday
Saturday was an interesting night at work. Actually, I worked all day. I went in at twelve and worked until five. It was an awful five hours. I was sick as a dog and everything went by in a blur. Of course at five I was miraculously cured and went out with Carly to eat at Beef's and then went to Walmart to buy my boyfriend a cake for Valentine's Day. I wanted to pretend like I made him something heartfelt. When I got back to work I can't even remember which station I was working. Concessions I believe? I'm pretty sure I was on cash register. Everything was fine until about eleven. We were all working on cleaning up the place and were tired of being there. We had done every cleaning job possible and our snotty supervisors were naming off stupid jobs left and right. "Emily, go sweep under the dumpsters at the Sportscenter." "You, go wipe down all the bleachers in the rink area." It was eleven fifteen when we were all about to pack up our things and go when they decided that we had a little too much attitude. They punished us like we were in kindergarten and made us clean all the windows in the building. I didn't get home until a little after midnight. Saying we were all livid would be an understatement.
Sunday
Sunday I went in at twelve and worked until seven. It was a wonderful way to spend Valentine's Day...with my real love...The Edge Ice Center. I can't really remember much of Sunday either. Twas a boring blur. I took a break at four and ran to the library to drop off some books and watched Teen Mom in a party room for about fifteen minutes. After I got back from my break things got interesting. At six my supervisor told me to go out and rink guard for a private rental that ended at six thirty. That of course was silly seeing how there was only thirty minutes left and about twenty people on the ice. Nevertheless, I dragged myself out onto the ice. Then this guy starts talking to me. I was in a bad mood because I did not want to be spending Valentine's Day rink guarding. He kept following me around and talking and asking me to do figure skating tricks. I did a few and then he would attempt them. I must say it was pretty fun until he asked me if I had a partner and if not he could pick me up when I fell. I laughed because I was cheesily getting hit on at The Edge Ice Center on Valentine's Day. I managed to make it through the thirty minutes and at six thirty everyone cleared off the ice. As I was pulling the doors shut to the ice this man came up to me. He starts to tell me how I was talking to his son and how his son wanted my number. I laughed and somewhat ignored him. He would not leave me alone. He kept asking and asking and then I told him I had a boyfriend and he asked what he'd have to do to him so that his son could have my number. It was awkward and finally he left. I went back out into the lobby to take off my skates and the son came and sat next to me and said, "I don't know if my dad has already talked to you, but I just wanted to know if I could have your number." I then told him no and that I was in a relationship and I got up. It was rather awkward. He later added me on Facebook and I found out he was born in the eighties...my parents were still in school in the eighties. Well, he was born in '89. He was 21? I just found the whole thing freaky. I rejected his friend request.
Tuesday/Wednesday
I had all my figure skating classes these two days. They were the last classes of the six-week session and I got the privilege of graduating all my students. It was such a relief to know that I was done teaching lessons for a while. Then I realized we start a new session next week. Hoorah.

This weekend has been crazy. I must apologize for the late blog. I was planning on doing it yesterday and then I got sick and didn't wake up until about thirty minutes ago. This weekend was my birthday weekend so I took off Saturday and Sunday. I did work Friday night though. I had a blast. I hid out in the break room with Wyatt, Ashton, and Allyson until my supervisor came in at 7:10 and told us to get to work. We sat back there and ate some of Wyatt's nasty, yet addictive pretzels. We also gossiped about the newest piece of information circulating around The Edge: my supervisor's sudden pregnancy. I can already tell that the next nine months are going to be nothing short of Hell. She's officially three and a half weeks pregnant, and she's already complaining about the side effects. "I'm so tired. I don't think I can help put these skates up." "I'd do that, but I really can't be standing." "Oh my gosh, I have to go to the bathroom and I think I'm going to be sick." "Can you go sweep for me? My ankles and feet are swollen and they hurt." Wyatt brought up a good point by saying that a gamete cannot evoke all these so-called "complications." She's just shy of a month pregnant and she's already complaining, so I can't imagine what it's going to be like when she actually has something to complain about. Aside from finding out about the mommy-to-be, work was very fun. I rink guarded for what seemed like forever, but it was a total bore. Nothing interesting happened. I then went back into the concession stand to work with Allyson, Wyatt, and Taylor. No one ever really came to the concession stand. At ten Allyson and I went out to the rink area to sweep. We started reminiscing and lost track of time. At 11:10 everyone came out asking what was taking us so long. We ended up leaving at 11:20ish. The night went pretty well until I went out to my car. It had snowed some since I'd arrived at work, so when I opened my doors all the snow fell into my seat. Then when I was pulling out of the parking lot, I realized I needed to get the snow off my windows so I rolled them all down, which just made even MORE snow get in my car. I'm supposed to go to work tonight, so hopefully it will be just as fun as Friday was.

Work at The Edge this week has been nothing short of lame. I worked for thirty minutes Friday night. My boyfriend had driven me to work and my mom was planning on picking me up at 10:30. Of course the weather was getting bad so she felt the need to get me at seven. My supervisors were disgruntled, but let me leave without much to say. On Saturday I worked from noon to about five. It was boring as well. I think maybe three people came through the door. I spent my day doing productive things like making twenty-three fortune tellers of various sizes (you know, the kind that we all used to make in third grade), cleaning out the tubing in the hot chocolate machine (a task that has not been done since the machine was bought), arranging all the dollar bills in the cash drawer to face the same way, and talking about the new mysterious supervisor-to-be. Actually, my co-workers and I have discovered who the new supervisor(s) will be. I won't state any names because who knows what will be posted about them in future blogs. Let's say that they currently have a sketchy reputation at the ice arena and that feelings about their mangagement skills are mixed. Anyways, I also worked yesterday from three to eight. Sundays are laid back so I went to work in my muddy sledding gear. I was about two minutes late because my boyfriend and I had prolonged our sledding trip a bit too long. No one said anything really because yet again, no one was at the rink and there wasn't much work to be done anyways. Yesterday though, was perhaps more boring than Saturday. I drank approximately six cups of blue Chilly Willy and did the deposit for my supervisor who was stressed and about to cry. My boyfriend then showed up about two hours before my shift was over and we went into the Zamboni room and melted all the snow and ice that the Zamboni leaves around. Melting snow is probably the most exciting task at The Edge. The Zamboni room (where the Zamboni is parked) has a giant hole in the middle of it that is surrounded by grating. The Zamboni dumps all the snow it picks up after an ice cut and dumps it in this hole. After a few cuts, the snow is piled extremely high, so someone has to go in and melt it. To melt it, you take this nozzle, that is actually a gas pump nozzle, and spray sizzling, hot water on to the ice. It's fun. After that, I then left work. It was a boring week.