So, I started working this summer at a malt shop near my house, which I have always dearly loved. I've already got, like, 600 dollars, and a checking account and a debit card, so...
yeah. I'm a big girl now. I work on Fridays and Saturdays, and I get asked to sub for other people a lot, since I am one of the few who will actually do it. On weekdays, Dave is my manager. Most of the workers don't really like him, but I'm not exactly sure why, cuz I think he's fine. On weekends, my manager is Brent. I dislike Brent more than Dave, because although he gives us free food and Dave only gives us half-off, he can be kind of annoying. And he thinks I'm obsessed with pokemon because he's seen my Pikachu sweatshirt, and now he always speaks in "Pikachu" to me, and told me I should put Pikachu ears on my bike helmet. I'm just glad he doesn't know I've memorized the Pokerap. And to top that, he thinks I'm a dungeon master because I knew there was a World of Warcraft trading card game and Nate didn't. I'm not sure how, because Nate is a gamer and plays WoW a lot, and I haven't played it for months, so I guess he must be living under the Blackrock Depths. I recently learned how to make malts, but I almost always have to do dishes instead, which is boring, cuz no one ever leaves. But money is cool, so I almost always close dishes when I can. And at least it gives me something to do....
