i swear, nickel arcade is strictly a casino for families diseased with idiocy. on one occasion i was watching some people play ddr and immediately after the song finishes, this 15 year old moron starts yelling at his 10 year old brother, who was playing on the other pad. he grabs him by the shirt and yells "SHUFFLE YOU IDIOT! I SAID SHUFFLE!!" following it up with a punch to the gut. if youre willing to punch your little brother because he didnt input a code for a game-- you deserve to get butted in the back of the head with that plastic shotgun for deer hunter. another incident that actually drove me nuts was seeing this little 3 year old girl running towards the ddr pad and slapping her hands on the tiles while people were playing. the people around me started yelling at the guy to stop playing, but either the music was too loud or he was just an ignorant dumbass that didnt care. enraging me even further was seeing the mom grab the kid by the arm like she was a bucket of paint-- only to turn her back and let the kid run back to the ddr pad. ah, this only reminds me of the stupid parents on saturday. while watching t3 we hear a kid start crying and seumy yells "dumbass parents. who the fuck takes their kid to this movie?" (although i enjoyed it because it was funny). at the rate some parents detiorate from generation to generation proves peters favorite saying: the worlds goin to hell.
i shall draw a graph in your mind for you describing my 7 hour shift at johns incredible pizza. on the x-axis place time, on the y-axis place enjoyment, and now draw a j-curve stretched widthwise. (the econ textbook is getting to me). surprisingly at 12, things were slow and i didnt really have to ready any food. and then i got owned in the face. people started swarming in and i didnt make any backup batches of food, so i was frantically taking food out of the fridge or heater and throwing it out on the buffet as soon as it was finished. every 5 minutes my supervisor would tell me "michael, cheesecakes empty...jellos running out...cinnamon rolls are gone...the sprinkles are a mess." just as my other supervisor told me,
sprinkles would become the bane of my existence (that ones for you pro-sprinkle advocates). my rushing got me into even more trouble when i started popping out defficiently-fluffed cinnamon rolls. my supervisor saw the midgets in my storage oven and threw them all over the ground (as a joke). i dont understand that working environment, theyre all serious but at the same time they like to joke with their employees in weird ways. i was throwing some messed up cheescake from a tray and one of the managers rounds up a bunch of other underlings like me and they all start screaming "NOOOOooooo" as i threw away a few pieces of cheesecake.
*fade to black*
[overlaying narrative] and then she took her break.
*fade to kitchen--everything black and white, slow jazz music playing in the background*
the break room/break nook is right behind where i work. it was 330, the oven next to me made me stuffy, and i really needed a break. the blue hat and uniform only made the lil miss look even more gorgeous. as i sliced the jello into squares i turned my head to catch a glance at her profile. another worker sat next to her and i thought, "damn" as i chewed on my bottom lip in disgust. fortunately, her english presented a language barrier for the man as i heard her yelling, "WHAT....TIME....DO YOUUU...GET BACK??" my supervisor deon had taunted me, telling me that he was gonna release me for break soon. every minute id look at my watch, and then look at her. what a gal, my partner seeto wouldve whistled at her and said "damn mike, she looks like michelle kwan...just be ghettofabulous like me and shell be yours." finally i approached deon, and like a genie he granted my wish. "free dinner just for you mike", only made me more eager. with some pizza on a plate and a tall glass of mountain dew in hand, i paced steadily back to the break nook, no, i strutted back to the break nook. she had vanished. not even the mountain dew could fill the emptiness inside of me.
*fade scene to color, end music*
from there on, work went by pretty quickly and the guy who replaced me during break made extra batches of everything. i was all caught up and coping with dinner was actually a breeze. hung out with friends afterwards and ended the day on a good note.
