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.