Stormy Saturdays
It was slow at work as I thought it might be. People got sent home. I, on the other hand, got to be the bartender. ALL BY MYSELF! For real. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! I made at least 6 Long Islands among all the frozen drinks and beers. It's really a lot of fun! I'm sure I made them way stronger than they are supposed to be, but I didn't get any complaints! I almost was equally as tired by not walking around so much as when I do walk around a lot though. I hope I get to do it more!
Everyone knows that infomercials rule the night. What's even worse than watching them, is being forced to watch them in an emergency room that is sitting at a cool 50 degrees at 4 in the morning. In between counting my goosebumps, I got to learn how the steam shark mop is the lightest model yet and is practically being GIVEN away. Watching pus that too closely resembles cottage cheese being squeezed out of a leg wound the size of a half dollar is on a whole other level of entertainment. That was preferable to watching scissors being shoved under skin to cut the membranes holding the pus inside though. Even after listening to vomit hitting the bottom of a plastic bag in the back seat of my car, I was hungry. It was biscuit time! A few hours of sleep and now I have another shift on the coast watching wet tourists come inside and getting to listen to them complain about how cold it is.
I'm craving ice cream.
