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Mar. 25th, 2007 04:56 pmToday has been a strange, strange day. Like seriously twilight-zone strange.
It started this morning with the Shamrock goddamned Shuffle, which is an 8k race and "health walk" in downtown Chicago. I got on the Red Line to go to work as I always do, and it pulled ten feet away from my station and then stopped. Dead. For ten minutes, which is kind of a long time for the El to stop. Especially since it was already filling up with runners for the Shuffle.
Because it stopped there, and later slowed down for construction, the driver decided to "run express" meaning he would not stop at any stations until...well, until the station AFTER the one I needed to get off at. So I had to get off and catch another train, this one stuffed full of runners. Ahh, the sweet sweet smell of lycra. Also, I find it kind of intriguing that every runner's "number" that they pin to their shirt has a coupon at the bottom for a free beer at the afterparty. Because the most healthful thing you can do after running five-odd miles is HAVE A BEER.
At any rate, it being a beautiful day and me having my new summer clothes on, I walked instead of taking the bus. That was rather lovely and got me to work just in time, but then things got downright weird.
We're short on managers right now, as our female manager is being lent out to Front of House to supervise the ushers. Instead of managers, we now have "lead agents" whenever Nice Boss isn't around. One of our lead agents is...oh, how to describe him. Normally he's nice, though we should be legally allowed to flash STFU signs at him. Right now he's claiming he's sick, and that's why he's crazy, but the truth is he's acting crazy without benefit of runny nose or cough, so I dunno what's going on with him.
And the patrons! OH THE PATRONS! Mary Kay saleswomen trying to sell us lotion! People who show up as the show is starting and decide to go outside for a smoke! It's not so much that this is outrageous, really, it's just that we don't normally get a lot of it here. Though my favourite was the man who walked up to me and gave the number of tickets, the show he was seeing, the time, the location of the seats, and not his last name so I can actually find his tickets.
Sekritly posting from work omg
It started this morning with the Shamrock goddamned Shuffle, which is an 8k race and "health walk" in downtown Chicago. I got on the Red Line to go to work as I always do, and it pulled ten feet away from my station and then stopped. Dead. For ten minutes, which is kind of a long time for the El to stop. Especially since it was already filling up with runners for the Shuffle.
Because it stopped there, and later slowed down for construction, the driver decided to "run express" meaning he would not stop at any stations until...well, until the station AFTER the one I needed to get off at. So I had to get off and catch another train, this one stuffed full of runners. Ahh, the sweet sweet smell of lycra. Also, I find it kind of intriguing that every runner's "number" that they pin to their shirt has a coupon at the bottom for a free beer at the afterparty. Because the most healthful thing you can do after running five-odd miles is HAVE A BEER.
At any rate, it being a beautiful day and me having my new summer clothes on, I walked instead of taking the bus. That was rather lovely and got me to work just in time, but then things got downright weird.
We're short on managers right now, as our female manager is being lent out to Front of House to supervise the ushers. Instead of managers, we now have "lead agents" whenever Nice Boss isn't around. One of our lead agents is...oh, how to describe him. Normally he's nice, though we should be legally allowed to flash STFU signs at him. Right now he's claiming he's sick, and that's why he's crazy, but the truth is he's acting crazy without benefit of runny nose or cough, so I dunno what's going on with him.
And the patrons! OH THE PATRONS! Mary Kay saleswomen trying to sell us lotion! People who show up as the show is starting and decide to go outside for a smoke! It's not so much that this is outrageous, really, it's just that we don't normally get a lot of it here. Though my favourite was the man who walked up to me and gave the number of tickets, the show he was seeing, the time, the location of the seats, and not his last name so I can actually find his tickets.
Sekritly posting from work omg
