Wednesday, March 16th, 2011

Good Omens

Wednesday, March 16th, 2011 06:45 pm
radiumgirl: (spin)
 I generally fear my mailbox. I rarely get fun mail. The coupon bundle is the highlight of my week.  Seriously.

Today's mail? Today's mail was awesome.

Two things have been causing me angst lately: the impending verdict of my application for an income-based payment plan for my student loans and news of whether or not I was rehired by Adventureland for the 2011 season.

The student loan wait was reaching ulcer-levels of panic because I applied for the revised payment plan in January and my first payment was due at the end of this month and I wasn't going to have it. Or, rather, I would have the payment, but I'd find myself evicted from my apartment and facing repossession of my car.

But guess what? I was approved. \o/

The Adventureland dilemma wasn't as nauseating because it's not like I don't have a job, and I'm not quitting my temping gig to go back to the park full-time anyway because I practically double my hourly wage over at the Evil Empire, but it would have been nice to have the extra cash, right? Right.

I tend to bite my nails every year before the rehire letters go out because I've come to realize that I'm a rather divisive figure in park mythology. The people who love me love me and the people who hate me really fucking hate me and there are very few people who simply whatever me. And last year, in particular, I may have gotten a little cheeky towards the end of the season, under the impression that I would score a "real" job right out of college and have no need for summer work.

I mean, I didn't tell my boss to fuck off to his face and I didn't kill anyone (you laugh but you haven't met my charges from my last season as a ride manager...none of them were fit to tie their shoes, let alone operate heavy machinery) but I'd show up to work with a shorter-than-regulation skirt, or I'd prank call the switchboard operator and everyone does these things, but I tend to get caught, and flaunt it, because I'm a rockstar immature.

I even called Gabe because I was worried and he hangs out with the hiring manager and I wanted him to do some spywork for me. Gabe was like, "Of course you'll be hired back. You're one of the most experienced workers in the park and your teams love you every year."

"They love me because I don't enforce time limits on breaks and they think it's funny when I come to work hungover."

"Well...you never killed anyone."

Thanks, Gabe. You're a pal. And you have nice abs.

Whatever. I got hired back. Guest Services, bitches.



















Hey switchboard, is your refrigerator running?

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