Long Overdue

Apparently the lack of commitment I possess does not fade away in the summer - if anything, it's heightened. So, I've been slow to blog. Better late than never though, right?

Worked two shifts since the last post (and went down to sit for one). Can't remember much to be honest.

Good moments:
- NAME TAGS CAME IN
- Colouring and drawing, and having a man ask "summer job, eh?"
- Man who hooked his son in on his plastic bike
- Webcam photos
- Lady proclaims she is a foreigner while asking for help to sort change
- WAFFLES (Betty is a beauty)
- 6 month old puppy that I wanted to steal

Less than glorious:
- Our prices are up again because of HST
- Lady asks about all our products, show her all the labels, and she decides she wants nothing. NOTHING
- The crows have multiplied

I'm boring, I know. Until next time,
vrroom.

The Names Potter, Harry Potter.

At work yesterday I saw Harry Potter. Not the Daniel Radcliffe kind but the legit "you could so be a real life Harry Potter with your messy brown hair, glasses and English accent" kind. This boy truly looked and sounded like Harry Potter I was just waiting for him to "wingardrium leviosa" his food and take it to the beach on his Nimbus 2000.

Making it an even sweeter deal, he was there with his friend. Who also happened to be English, had pale freckled skin and red hair. Need I say anything more?

Take me, take me to Platform 9 3/4.

XXX

Realization

Today I realized at work we are provided with one ply toilet paper.

Thankyou city, for being cheap.

XXX

Please, Use the ENTIRE Roll

So I'm going to take a post to go completely off beach topic.

I have many pet peeves but one quite possibly at the top of that list is ONE PLY TOILET PAPER.

I truly do not see the point of having (or in most cases providing) the one ply in any bathroom. In every aspect, it sucks. Yes, it may be cheap but then you have to use so much of it to avoid rippage that it cancels out the money you save in the first place. It's time consuming and messy.

Not to mention chafes like a .....

I think I can speak for everyone, guys and girls alike, who have wound the paper around their hand multiple times to create a remotely appropriate thickness for wiping - Malls, restaurants, public places please just go up a ply.

Wipe on people, wipe on.

XXX

WILL WORK FOR MONEY

If it doesn't stop raining I'm going to stand on a road with a sign and a hat.

Or maybe I'll squeegee car windows, at least the water will be free.

Life truly sucks when the weather depicts your work schedule.

Today I very optimistically looked at my Macbook "Dashboard" app in hopes of seeing SUN icons on my weather widgets. [For those Mac deficient folk out there (you poor unfortunate souls..) I'll photo you up, down below, with a weather widget.]

Optimism be damned.

There are some suns.. but other weather sites say all rain.

So widget, I'm calling your bullshit.

NO SUN, means NO WORK. Translating to NO MONEY.

Meanwhile, like my bank account, I am wasting away ridiculously addicted to feeding the fish in the lower right hand corner of this very screen.

On the market for a squeegee,

XXX

Make a wish, feed the fish.

Oh, But It Is

Today was painfully slow. We did a total of around 38 transactions. I mean, I can't complain because I got to eat omelettes and chips and listen to music all day. However, it is a little mind-numbing when you come across an average of 6 & 1/3 of a person each hour. To add to that, it was absolutely freezing. I had the heater going full blast and spent half the day attached to the bun warmer.

I had quite the encounter today though (even with only 38 people). I mean, the man actually didn't even count towards that number. So here it goes ...

A man steps up to the counter and I am secretly excited. He orders three drinks (all bottled) and my co-worker punches it into the machine. I noticed she charged him for a large instead of a small and when she tells him the price and he says "no way" I quickly go to fix it. I then tell him the total (I believe it came to about $8.65). He then proceeds to say that it shouldn't cost that much. I explain that each of our bottled drinks costs $2.95 and he responds with "OH, NO THEY DON'T". He then walks away exclaiming that he will not pay that much for a drink.

But sir, they do cost that much.

Just because you are not purchasing them does not mean that the price will suddenly drop. You can't bargain at a concession stand. Besides, we don't set the prices, the city of Vancouver does. I wish they were cheaper too. I think it is ridiculous as well, but you could have also kindly declined.

It's sad that we get blamed for the incredibly unreasonable prices. I mean, you're at the beach - what did you expect?

Signing out,
vrroom

An Ode

This post is going to be short and sweet - it goes out to all you considerate beach dwellers out there.

I want to say thank you to the lady who cleaned off the counter herself when her dog hopped up onto the counter, it's people like you that deserve more recognition.

Yours truly,
vrroom

Hold On While I Give You A Number ..

It's no secret that girls like older guys. I mean, you get maturity, responsibility, safety and (in most cases but these days its becoming more rare) less douche-bag-ness.

But Gentlemen, there is a limit with age when it comes to it being alright to make sexual propositions.

At our concession when you order hot food we give you a number so you get the order you want. Of course people joke around especially with (yes, you guessed it), number 69. It amazes me how even young kids, elementary aged, joke about getting the number. Mostly I try to avoid saying it in hopes of not having to deal with awkward jokes.

Well, yesterday an aged fellow 60+ made an order and when I was giving him his number he said something along the lines of hoping it would be 69 and that he's sure I get that all the time.

One - Ew. Thats gross, you pervert.

Two - What exactly are you saying with the second comment? Are you implying I get 69 jokes all the time or that.. I get the actual act?

Either way, thats fantastic. Heavily laden with sarcasm.

Lets just set pervert aside. Out of sight and out of mind. Forever.

Please, never come back.

Running away from that memory,

XXX

You're Too Kind

Aloha.

I'm a litttle behind on the blogging, my apologies. I did indeed work the Saturday immediately preceding XXX's Sunday entry below. Please forgive me.

I did (fortunately) have a much calmer day. The customers were all friendly, I blasted the music, and there was a steady stream of work which made the day go by quite quickly. I even ate a vegggie burger.

I was also pleasantly surprised that the Coca Cola machine isn't infested with ants and we can actually serve it this year. I left the CD I made at home though, which was slightly upsettting.

My highlight? One lady came back with her coffee asking for a new one. I was thoroughly confused because everything was okay with it. She even said so. Then, after much (ineffective) communication, I finally understood that all she wanted was a new lid because she had dropped hers. I gave her one and she thanked me profusely. She then stood there with a stir stick attempting to open the drinking flap on the lid (I admit, there are no lines or arrows so it can be tricky). I watched from a distance and she stabbed the lid with the stir stick ... over and over and over again. Finally, she asked me for help & I quote "I am very stupid, could you should be how to open this?" I opened the lid for her and she told me that I was fantastic and helpful.

It was great to be of service to the greater population.

Signing out,
vrroom

Welcome to Narnia

Do you ever find yourself wanting to crawl through a closet into a world full of talking beavers, lions, great wars and heros?

Me too.

I wish I could say I found such a closet (figuratively speaking of course), but when I crawl through mine I get jeans in the middle of summer, a concession stand on the beach that does NOT face the beach ( I get to look at a road) and a variety of people, of which I can pleasantly report, are actually quite fantastical.

It is amazing how many different types of people are out there. The summer heat truly brings out the cream of the crop. You get the genuinely amazing people, who under any for of stress are remarkable people to deal with. I love these customers. You make my day amazing. For others, not so much.

Day 1 on the job this season, looked optimistic, truly did. I was enjoying myself quite thoroughly, nice people, good business, great day. You know the new movie"How to Train Your Dragon"? What do you do when the scratching of the chin or the feeding of food DOESN'T seem to curb their terrible attitude?

Let me introduce you to my single most precious jem of the day. Ladies and Gents, I give you Dragon Lady. This fire breathing exotic breed of human being can commonly be found crushing hopes and dreams of people everywhere and being generally obnoxious and outspoken. They think the world should be how they want it to be and do their darnedest to correct (what they think) is wrong. In other words, this breed is what one would call, a ball crusher.

Crushing the balls of the world.

Dragon Lady wasn't happy with how her food was ordered and how she had to wait for her order. We ran short on her order and had to prepare more, so naturally she had to wait for it to be cooked. She then had a fit, trying to right us of our socially unacceptable wrongs.

I apparently need to learn to think.

You my dear lady, need to get laid.

Thankyou, for making my otherwise pleasant day terrible. I hope you enjoy your meal and be sure to remember, for your own personal comfort, to pull that rod out of your ass.

Till Next Time,

XXX

Welcome, we thank you for your business

Hello world.

We work at the beach (in a concession) and are starting this blog to share with you our wonderful adventures. This blog will follow us through this summer in our quest to make ourselves the number one musical stand in the city. We are all about the mix CD's, veggie burgers, vrroom, and handmade art projects.

This blog will be updated by three writers. You will be introduced to each of us shortly.

Take a number and enjoy the ride.