Archive for July 2009
The contrast of a black straw in a red coca-cola cup filled with water.
The loud music in a darkened bar.
The ache for food.
Singing along with the music.
The darkening sky, watching it from the inside.
The lights in other stores becoming more noticeable as the evening wears on.
People calling out requests to the live singer.
Watching passerby stop at stores, or walk by.
A glimpse into another life with each person that passes the tinted windows.
The chatter-noise underlying the music.
The flickering televisons.
The vibrating phones as another text is received.
The busy waitresses rushing from table to table..
The tiny bathroom.
The joy of sitting in a booth with a friend on the other side of the table.
The general happiness of the crowd.
There is no bouncer as of yet.
The reflected lights framing the mirrors behind the bar.
The old pictures lining the walls.
The shock of a plate hitting the floor.
The rumble of chairs pushing away from tables.
The applause as a song ends.
The four different channels on the TVs surrounding the bar.
The people coming in, looking for a seat.
The waitress checking on the table.
The icy water.
The impatience for food.
The pamphlet for another restaurant.
The quaintness of Main St. outside the windows.
The alcohol served to those of age.
The playful banter about colleges-namely U of M, State and OSU.
The-Oh, the ice cream has arrived.
Well, isn’t that something. I finally get time to sit down and write another post for my blog and it’s already tomorrow. How shocked I am…and giggle-y…Very giggle-y tonight. It’s kind of ridiculous.
In any case, other than the early rising, I’m quite enjoying having early shift this week. For, this is the beginning of the Yacht Races, which lasts two weeks. For the first time since I got here, it was absolutely insane at the shop (I work in the corner shop all the time) today. Literally. I mean, we ran out of /everything/ and its mother. We were flinging boxes together like nobody’s business and then tossing fudge slabs into those boxes and shoving them into customers’ waiting hands.
Corrina was quite irritable today, probably because she’s not been getting all that much sleep these past two nights. I was cheerful as could be, despite the stuff going everywhere.
Several times, the shit in the fan. Like, when the receipt roll ran out for the credit card machine and we had no more and…it was just nuts.
I had so many people interrupting me, while I was in the middle of someone else’s order, to ask me about something. It got to the point that I rudely ignored them until I was free to listen to them. I can’t take six people’s questions/orders at once, I’m just not that capable. And I don’t feel particularly bad about it, everyone got their fudge in the end, so they should be happy.
All in all, it was a fairly eventful day at work and I look forward to my bed this night.
There is a hill on this island. And it is my mortal enemy. I climb up it’s steepness at least once a day….And it has been dubbed “that damn hill”.
I have to say, it makes me feel good when I get to the top and manage to conquer it everyday.
It really just can’t keep me down.
