Back in the Saddle

Sunday, May 29th, 2011 08:26 am
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 Yesterday was my first day back at Adventureland. It was pretty standard for an early season outing: long line for season pass pictures, printer jams, pissed-off people.  Alot of rides aren't open yet because they either haven't been safety tested, aren't assembled yet (I laughed my ass off, I mean really?), or failed a fire inspection (and just when I don't think I can laugh any harder, I do).  Apparently the radio frequencies changed between this year and last because I called my supervisor three times on the public safety channel. The general lack of communication is still in place: I called down to the Main Gate looking for a credit card that had been delivered to us an hour earlier. 

Gabe is in Guest Services this year.  He's on vacation because he's a sloth and no one knows when he's coming back because it's his dad's beach house on the Outer Banks and it's not like he really needs the job anyway. When I call him to make fun of him, I stick with "sloth" though, because he gets sad when I call him "cake eater."
 
There are a few returning ladies of G-Serv other than myself and, I was surprised when I looked at the schedule, a few new male additions. There was a running joke last year that Guest Services was Brad's personal harem because it was staffed entirely by women, except for him. It didn't help that he started dating one of us towards the end of the season. I leaned against the door of Brad's office and held the schedule up, "Way to turn your harem into a sausage fest."
 
"Are you complaining?"
 
"Nope. I love the men. Are they pretty?"
 
"I wouldn't know."
 
"Yes you would. I know when women are attractive. That doesn't mean I want to bang any of them."
 
"Well Gabe is here."
 
"And he is a bronze god."
 
"Travis will be in later and you can report back, okay?"
 
"Aye, sir."
 
"I love when you call me 'sir.'"
 
"It's more sarcasm than respect."
 
"From you I would expect nothing less."
 
It's a little freaky how easy it is to slide back into that rhythm. I've been at my temp job for six months now and I still walk in and panic because I don't know what's going on half the time, don't know which co-workers I can talk to, play with, or trust. Walking back into Adventureland, details like the radio frequency aside, was like slipping into a comfortable pair of old shoes. 
 
And apparently, Travis and I know each other already.  He used to be a rides extra, a rides person who was trained on everything and belonged to no specific team.  He was loaned out to teams as needed to cover call-offs. I feel bad because I don't really remember him, but he rang on the window next to mine, and at one point, during a lull in the line, said, "Hey, you're the old Jungle manager. I worked with you once."
 
"Oh god. I'm sorry. Was I mean?"
 
"Nah. You made this really amazing buffalo chicken dip for your team and let us all take 45 minute breaks."
 
"Wow, you got me on a good day."
 
"Yeah. Gabe warned me when we walked down. I was supposed to be on the Ferris Wheel, but you had a call-off and on the way down he asked if I had worked with you before and I said 'no' and he got this weird look on his face."
 
"Oh noooooo. I bet he told you I was a bitch who regularly made my team members cry."
 
"Nah. He said you were a little rough around the edges, but a total sweetheart."
 
"Of course he did."
 
"No really!"
 
"Did I make anyone cry that day?"
 
"Not that I recall."
 
"I must've been off my game."
 
So despite the fact that I don't remember him, I love Travis and he's my favorite sausage in our harem. 
 
It's good to be back, kids. It's good to be back. 
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