Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Oh, Doom!

Tomorrow night is New Year's Eve and I am SO excited... that it's not Tomorrow night yet!

Working in Touristville, CA may have it's perks (Hot co-worker anyone?), but mostly it just has many, many un-perks (i.e. hellish events.) One such event takes place tomorrow night, because if Touristville is anything, it is a place for people of questionable taste to get together and stumble around drunk, yelling at anyone and everyone. (Also a place for surprised families to wander around dodging said drunks, but we won't get into that.)

Every Year, our shop takes part in this horrible event by pitching a tent (like the ones at the State Fair), and selling the most tacky New Year's Eve trinketry imagineable. People come, try to haggle, fail, yell, etc. It's quite a show.

Luckily for me, I do not have to work in the tent (which will be outside and freezing); but The Co-worker will be there, which makes me nervous - mostly because this means spending most of the night fighting off the urge to a) jump him, b) bring him a cup of something hot every other minute, c) be the warmth he craves. (Have I mentioned we're not even dating?) Most of these urges are pretty much unnavoidable since clearly I am attracted to him, but be that as it may, I would much rather have him indoors with me where I can keep an eye on him (I fear for his pretty face around all those drunken loons, possibly armed with legal explosives) and effectively decrease my worries to points a) and c).

Even greater than the fear of possible (unwarrented) separation-anxiety, however, is the fear of actually being sent to The Tent! I am, among other things, terrible at math - and being in the tent means, you guessed it, no cash register! Which means no handy little built-in calculator to magically tell you how much money to give back to the customer so they do not a) yell in your face, b) look really confused, or c) laugh horrendously (we must remember that these people are drunk, after all.) The Tent will not do me any favors, and I hope to God I am not asked to choose between my job and my dignity tomorrow night, because it's going to be a close call!

Anyway, wish me luck! I promise to do my part by supplying you with as many hellish details as you can handle. Here's hoping your New Year's isn't as lame as mine!


  1. I know exactly how the whole co-worker thing goes. Lets just say my dilemma has a boyfriend to compound all the problems. Not cool at all. Good luck and Happy New Years!!

  2. ok, I admit it.

    I laughed a little bit when you said "pitching a tent."

    Im about as mature as a six year old.

  3. Yes, good luck and keep warm if you're forced into The Tent! And I look forward to the hellish details, for after all, I am the devil. :) Happy New Year!

  4. Kevin - Yes, I imagine that would complicate things. good luck with that!

    Matt- That's perfectly fine with me, I'm glad you enjoyed that!

    Beelzebub - Happy New Year to you too! And don't worry, I definitely plan to layer it up this evening!

  5. Did you get sent to the tent? We're on the same page...I hate the thought of making calculations in front of people.

  6. This post was so funny! How did it eventually turn out? And CA freezing!?! I used to live in Monterrey (I was a baby), but I know it snows in CA so maybe so maybe so :-)


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