Animal Kingdom

I’ve kept meaning to write an entry, but I kept coming up with a lot of nothing to write about. Life’s just not that riveting these days.

Although I was working the fries, chicken fingers and fish sticks station on my first day at the zoo, all the following days I was put in the pizza, hot dogs and hot sandwiches station. The week before last was the most fun because it was before Kim switched into the front! But either way, I’m not as useless as I used to be at working that portion of the line. I kind of like it, but I like it more when the line-up of customers isn’t backed up to where I can’t even see the end…

I don’t know when this happened, and I didn’t intend for this to happen, but the pizza, hot dog and hot sandwiches has now become nothing short of my domain. Like, for the last two weeks I have been there, but on weekends some other people run it, obviously, because I’m not there. Well, when I came into work today, Monday, everything was all… not right! Whoever worked on Sunday did a crappy job of cleaning up, and a terrible job at stocking the pizza freezer. For instance: there were three bags of cheese pizza open and half used up. Who does that? So my first thought is, insolent fools, messing up my pizzas… did I seriously just think that? It’s kind of funny. I hope they just leave me on at that station because I don’t like learning new things once I’ve become super at one thing. And I am now becoming super in my hot-doggy kingdom. Animal kingdom. Ha!

The zoo was horrendously busy last Friday. So busy that I had to use a word like “horrendously” to describe it. So busy that our manager, who usually spends his time talking to important-looking people in his office, was behind the grill flipping burgers to keep up with the lunch rush. It was so busy that, by two in the afternoon, I understood why people spend so much money on drinking!! Augh! And really, the only natural thought in a situation like this is, “what are all these people doing here?” I mean, the prices are insane and, unlike movie theatres and things, you can bring your own. (Not that I can talk, since I don’t.) Or, as Matt so eloquently put it, “don’t these people have eff-ing jobs?”, pertaining to the number of middle-aged men present with their families. But in the end, you just have to go on auto-pilot and try not to think about it too much. (It would probably make you sick if you really thought about the number of pounds of beef Calgarians consume in just one day. I truly don’t want to know.)

I’ve always believed it’s best to embrace things like “being a huge nerd”. Why deny it? Why deny it. So, I think it’s only fitting to comment that the sorting on HogwartsMOO on Saturday was fun. I liked it a lot. Yesterday was my five-year anniversary… pretty awesome! I think I must be one of the very few people who created a first-year character and played as her long enough that her son is now old enough to go to ‘Hogwarts’. Oh man, my nerd gland is about to explode. Believe me, it’s really not as dorky as it sounds! (And it sounds really dorky, I know.)