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5/12/03 continued.
Disappointed, I went back to selling the overpriced wares of a greedy businessman. For hours I sit and wait for things to lighten up. The parade goes by and a Mickey badge gets stolen. Yippie!
I push back out on the street and for a moment I go into a daydream and I'm brought back by the presence of a guest.
Later, I see Toni coming up to my cart. Highlight #5: She grabs a lightsaber from the bin and she runs me through. I pretend to "faint", no one dies at DLand, and the guests look at me weird. The day drags on after Toni leaves. Guest become cold, bitter, whiney, and they don't even like being there. Why go to the happiest place on Earth if you aren't going to be happy?
Highlight #6: Break 2. Need I say more? I come back from break with good news. You are pushing in at 10:30. Orders from Ron. YES!!! "No problem," I say. Bad choice of words. The guest I thought were bad were actually the nice group buttering me up for the longest hour since New Years Eve. The guests were complaining left and right. I was swamped. The worse part about it... No glow stitch. I was so ticked and sad at the same time that I was having an emotional breakdown.
I didn't want anything to do with it. The park, the guests, getting paid. Nothing. I wanted to go home.
Finally 10:30. I was almost home free. Almost.
I pushed in and then I realized that the worst day of my life was upon me and the only person that I wanted to hear, "Roger everything will be okay," from wasn't going to say anything at all. I looked around frantically hoping she would not be there, then things would be okay. I'd be fine.
I got to the warehouse and Cheryl asked me what was wrong. I told her how crappy a day I was having and how I was so frustrated and she tried to help me but I knew it was only going to get worse.
I went to go count my fund and in the fund bag what do I see? 4 rolls of broken quarters. $40 in unwrapped quarters. Not only that, but I didn't get the bag for it. I got the bag and noticed that the bag was different. I didn't like it.
I counted and wrote everything down or so I thought. I went to get my 400 counted and who should walk in. My day got worse. I didn't want her to worry about me but I couldn't hide how much I had been through. I just put my face into my arms and waited for the opportunity to get out. I got my 400 fund counted and it was alright and then I had to recount my money. I found where I had been wrong. I went back in line and she finally left. I wanted to say something but no words could escape me.
I was still 50 dollars under. Then I remembered I didn't sell any more than 4 glow balls but I brought back 11. Oh well. So my fund was closed and I forgot to write the bag # on the wiz-ticket. Pissed off I just got another bag and did everything all over again. I was DONE I couldn't take anymore. I was done and then I left.
That was pretty much it I don't want to re-live that day more than I have to and I think what I have is enough. Total Emotional BreakDown.
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