Yes it's been a while.
Honestly it's taken me a long time to recuperate from all the sleep deprivation and the lack of confidence that resulted from working at Starbucks. It's been quite the ride but lets play a little short hand catch up...
1) I quit Starbucks (yayyy)
2) I got a job in Korea Town as an admin assistant (I stock sodas and input numbers....yayyy)
3) I began teaching improv to teenagers. They performed, and were great. I no longer do that.
4) I recently was brought on as an intern at a talent agency, I start Friday
It's been a hectic past few months and has taken a while to adjust to.
Needless to say things have taken on a different pace and I've been lazy about writing, which I regret but it was time needed.
Really, office work has never been my forte. I like to move, keep my mind active and focused on several tasks. But when you're making over a hundred drinks an hour for minimum wage and a measley dollar tip an hour, it ends up being a nice change of pace. The sense of urgency is a lot different in an office setting, but the people are pretty much the same.
Luckily not in the Hey-I'm-a-complete-wench-so-let-me-assert-my-power-over-you kind of similarity, but rather the quirky Oh-you-just-did-that-in-public kind of way.
For instance:
I work with a woman who goes by a male nickname. She's a bit elderely and has...difficulties. Mid-afternoon I work the reception area where I answer phones and monirtor the snack baskets. The snack baskets hold several goodies (Kit-Kats, Rice Krispies, Doritos, etc.) that employees can buy for either a dollar or fifty cents depending on the item.
One particular Friday the elderly woman with a male nickname was grabbing a snack and while she was in mid shuffle back to her desk she reached in her coat pocket for money and opened her hand. The chunk of change sat there innocently, she held up her hand, and waited.
After I realized what she needed me to do, standing there starring at me...waiting, I sat up with a small "Oh." and pulled out a quarter from her pile. I sifted through the rest, pushing aside two nickles, a dime, and some pennies. Since she grabbed a 50 cent item, she came up a little short.
"Well if you have another nickle then you'll be good, otherwise you just owe 25 cents," I said
"Wait, what's that?" she asked and pointed at the quarter in my hand.
"That's a quarter."
"No...oh, maybe, okay." She then pointed at the nickle and said "There's a quarter"
"No, that's a nickle." She looked at me as though I just told her a bold face lie. So I grabbed the nickle in question and put it up to the quarter to show her the size difference.
She then pointed to the dime and said "But I thought that was a nickle"
"No, that's a dime."
"Oh okay.."
"It's alright," I explained, "you can just come back with a quarter when you have one"
She started to put the change away and shuffled out from behind the desk when she exclaimed "Oh! I have more of the change!"
She then dug deep into her pants pocket and produced yet another handful of change. Her hand once again magically appeared a few inches from under my nose, floating there expectantly.
I frowned, thinking about the countless times before this. The bills I had to open, the old filing cabinent I spent two weeks reorganizing, the list of documents I had to check were in reverse numerical order, All for her. I began to wonder if she was putting me on. The thought was infuriating, but I wasn't about to let my agism overcome my manners. Once again I moved my finger through the trove of change and pulled a quarter out of the bunch.
Did I mention that the woman with the male nickname is in charge of paying our bills? In the business realm she is referred to as the "Controller"
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Other than this, there have been plenty of fun audition stories and the like. Once I arrange my thoughts I'll be sure to the post them. As for the meantime thanks for being a loyal reader and waiting it out!
With much Love and Laughter,
~The Goof
