Hello Again, a popular movie during the late 80's-early 90's as well as an appropriate greeting. So, I have spend the past four nights at the Shanty waiting my butt off. I've closed twice and learned how to close between those two. This past week I've had a few tables and one backroom who hated me. The backroom even called to complain, though it would have been nice if I had been informed of the problems, I was informed of a few, but most of them were left. And some of them were my fault, but not all of them. Sigh. And last night I was closing, and had a table come in at 9:45, so I had to wait for them to finish their meal to close, I didn't leave until about 11:30, it was sad. Then I had a dream last night that people just kept coming in, and they wouldn't leave. Ack, too much Shanty for me, luckinly , tonight I get to serve rootbeer floats to loud, smelly, really good at joke telling farmers for four hours or so.
Tomorrow I leave for my first class. I am going to Itasca for The Nature of Life. An intoductory biology course manditory for all college of biological sciences students. And good news, I don't have to ride the bus for the campus, and so I am saved approximately 8 hours of driving, by driving myself. Huzzah. I'm a little nervous, because I haven't studied anything in about a month and a half, but I'm also excited because it has to be better than serving surf and turfs. But I'm nervous because I don't know anyone there. But I'm also excited because I got into the honors session. I'd say it's safe to say I have mixed feelings. But it'll be kind of like bible camp, because we're staying incabins, and we have to walk to our showers, and we're not supposed to bring expensive things etc, except minus the bible, and crazy cool games. But still it should be fun. wish me luck all.
As my dear sister Laurie once said, Will you tuck me in?

2 Comments:
Shanty Nightmares? *tuck-in*
I used to have Subway dreams all the time... I guess it's just something that gets to your head. Have fun with that.
Just don't have that dream where that group of western European mobsters come in to beat up your boss. That one was bad. And then you try to stop them, and someone throws a shoe at you. Ow.
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