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.