It's not my thing to stand here and pose for some William Tell

Well, I'm in the middle of a CD burning marathon, so Iim also using the time to catch up on what's been going on.

So that was Saturday. It sucked. Well, as much as spending like four or five hours with Lilie can suck. Which isn't much.

So Sunday. Halloween. Fun. I finished cleaning my room, and mowed the lawn. Janelle went to a Halo-ween party. Yes, you read that right. Say it out loud - it's kinda funny.

I didn't do much before going to work. Well, I went over to Shelley's, were Lilie already was. She (Shelley) was dressed as a prostitute. Well, a space prostitute. Or something like that. I took some pictures (my next post will be another massive picture dump, with pictures from NexLevel, NexLevel Saturday night, and work Sunday. Plus a few assorted goodies). They were going to head over to Lilie's, so Shelley changed into something slighly more appropriate, then changed again into something slightly more appropriate. We hung out a little bit, then I had to leave to go get Freddie, while they left to go to Lilie's.

Picked up Freddie, then went to work. I put on my costume before heading in, so I got the full effect when I went in. I won't say much about people's costumes, 'cause those will all be covered in the picture post coming up. Ray told me about some fun things - apparently, Rudy had caused a problem when he changed the time for Daylight Savings Time, and things were all screwy. Not only could we not get shift data, but someone (me) had to call Order-Matic after closing and have them walk that person (me) through fixing the stuff. So that was fun.

The actual shift wasn't too bad. I had a pretty good crew - Cooks: Freddie, Pedro, Thomas R, Andrew, and one more (I think). Fountains: Kenny and Ben; Carhops: Lacy, Megan, Adam V, and Kristen T (she left early though). Kristen and I get along really well - we're both really sarcastic and understand each other. She's probably one of my favorite people to work with, both in terms of work and as a person. We did get a few major rushes, and people go apeshit over the 50 cent corn dogs (there was an order for 25 right when I got there). All told, we went through about 11 cases (660 corndogs). Well, that's including Saturday night and Sunday day (when they aren't on sale), but every order usually included a couple, and there were *tons* of 6 - 14 orders. There weren't any real issues with counting down the carhops or anything, though I did have to redo the bill sheet like four times, and went through three deposit bags as I kept forgetting stupid things, like to endorse my checks, or to include the white copy of the bill sheet, or something like that. But I got everything done and assembled without taking *too* long. Shelley and Lilie called while I was taking care of stuff, and they told me to come over when I was done. Lilie was spending the night at Shelley's, and they were going to be up for a while.

That's when the fun began. When I finished the normal closing stuff, I mean, not when I went over to Shelley and Lilie's. Well, that was fun too, but we're not there yet.

So I call Order-Matic. It takes a while (10 minutes?), but I finally get through. The guy was really nice, and he told me that they were just swamped with people having problems with the time change. So he walks me through fixing the time in the console, which is supposed to fix everything.

But it doesn't. It pulls some data from the 31st onto the first (duplicating it, as far as I can tell), resulting in three bands already being assigned. So I call them back, and it takes a while to get through again, though not quite as long as last time. I get through, and get a new guy this time. He grabs the guy who talked to me last time, and they're talking about all kinds of things. They finally tell me to pull up pcAnywhere, and have me looking for certain things. They're not there.

There should be two different tech support lines. One for people who know what they're talking about, and one for complete idiots. Because the current setup forces the tech support people to treat everyone like idiots. I can't really blame them - most people are, in fact, idiots. Especially about computers. It's just frustrating to have a tech support person walk me through eight different things to solve a problem, all of which I've already tried. But I can't really just say "I've already tried that". They don't believe you.

While I'm on the phone with this guy, Shelley and Lilie start calling me. I mean, they made a thourough attempt to get in touch with me. They called my phone repeatedly, from both Shelley's apartment and Lilie's cell, and they also called the store phone a few times. I couldn't really do anything, though, since I was talking to the tech support guy. I wasn't going to ask him to hold for a bit so I could answer the phone, and I couldn't really say anything to them. So they tell me they can finally get into it, and they're going to go in and delete the data, and they'll call back in like five minutes if there's any problems. I called the girls back as soon as I was off the phone and explained what was going on, and that I should be over in a bit.

Half an hour later, it starts raining. I notice this from my seat at the computer at the store. It's after 1 am at this point; we close at 11.

I call them back, hoping to find out what's going on. I'm on hold for like 40 minutes. Lilie calls again and starts talking about how they have no right to make me stay this long, and how by now, everyone else would have given up and gone home. So I finally did as well. I left a big long note about what was going on, and left. I don't know how long I would have stayed, had she not called, or if I didn't feel the way I do for her.

It's a combination of a few things. I'm very stubborn. I mean, very stubborn. I'm not talking about when you playfully refuse something, then you finally give in. That's something completely different. I mean, when it comes down to it, I'm stubborn as the rock. Even if... especially if it's something I want to do, and I'm being pushed into it. I can still remember back in 6th grade, at Hernandez, when we were having that little 50's day dance thing in Mrs. Hilburn's class. Chelsea had dressed up for the occasion, and was so adorable in a little poodle skirt and a ribbon in her hair. This was back during the awkward phase, when everyone knew I liked her, and she got teased about it a fair deal, so I couldn't really talk to her at all. I wanted nothing more in the world then to go ask her to dance, except for a few things. First, I don't know how to dance. At all. Never have. I have rythm, but no style. I've learned a few things, and can generally fake it when absolutely necessary, especially slow stuff, but generally, no. A few guys came up to me (I think David and/or Josh may have been involved) and tried to get me to go dance with her. If I remember correctly, they even tried to physically get me over there. Right. Or when Daniel tried to get me to ask Nov if I could take over B5. I was thinking about it, but because he tried to get me to do it, and even offered to ask himself, I refused. Because I'm just that stubborn. I also don't like to walk away from problems - I tend to confront them and if necessary, brute-force through them. Even after admitting defeat and walking away, I usualy keep thinking about it for a few weeks, unless it gets solved in the interim.

So yeah. I did leave, though, and headed on over to Shelley's.

I can't say how glad I am Lilie was able to drag me away from Sonic. Her attitude on the matter is "Fuck Dave." In fact, that's her response to most Sonic issues. Which I can't say I don't disagree with.

Anyway.

They were watching 'The Perfect Score', a movie about people stressing about the SAT, which is ridiculous. Anyhoo, Shelley fell asleep and went to bed, leaving Lilie and I alone on the couch. At 2:30 in the morning.

(The remainder of that evening is indeed written below, in a personal cypher. Nothing terribly complicated, but it makes me feel better.)

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And now, back to normal.

We hung out again Monday night at Shelley's. Things were normal; we had fun. They both attacked me, and I only hurt Shelley a little defending myself.