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Further Adventures [Ooh, I love adventure]...
Day 3: still snowing. This is really starting to freak me out. I try not to cry as we go slaloming up the road like a sociopath’s slip-and-slide. Who me? I’m not scared. I try not to cry again as I bring it up to my boss that I really am not up for this. He seems shocked. He assures me that this never happens. Never ever. Just this once.
A few hours later [Still Snowing!] I hear that the road is closed. No more customers today. So my boss sends me home four hours early, letting the other cashier stay on because she has fewer hours this week. Meaning that she has been off the last couple days, enjoying the sunshine down in the Valley. So I get sent home. Only there is no way to get home. So I guess technically I get sent to the day lodge. Where I sit and wait and watch everyone else get off work. Where they were also sitting and waiting because we have no customers. At least they were getting paid. Grr.
We all wait together in the day lodge. The bus driver will not let me wait on the bus and get started on my nap, no matter how desperately I beg. Waiting on the parked bus would not be “safe”. WTF? So I try to nap on the table and ignore everyone making fun of me. No luck. Too noisy, too bright [too Goddamned Pissed Off!!!]
An hour or so after the bus was supposed to leave, they re-open the food court. Considering that all the stores and restaurants in the Valley will likely be closed by the time we can get there, this is a nice gesture. They have chips and sandwiches and everyone is desperate. Everyone jumps in line at once, the cashier is still only half-open, and we’re moving slowly. The manager keeps apologizing to everyone about the wait, until I say “Yeah, people, hurry up! I’ve got places to go and ways to get there!”
Everyone lightens up a bit at that. I stuff my sandwich and chips in my backpack and dig out my portable speakers. As long as we’re stuck here, we might as well have fun. So I turn up the music as loud as my poor little Radio Shack speakers can manage, and continue to make fun of the situation. Glo and I sing along as loudly and badly as possible, until everyone covers their ears. Fine, be that way. Michelle and I are dancing in our seats. No, we will not be moving it onto the table. Wait. Got any dollar bills?
Finally! The busses are ready to load. My boss is there to organize the mob. Lucky for me. I scored a front row seat, plenty of room to curl up and nap. Unfortunately, I can’t sleep in a moving vehicle (agghh! Train flashbacks...), but leg room is good. Also, the not-getting-bus-sick, that’s a plus. I get home, get out of my work clothes, and crawl into bed. My husband gently (and repeatedly) reminds me that it’s New Year’s Eve and we have plans. The brother-in-law-and-co. are expecting us to take them out. After some debating with my pillow, we agree that it will wait for me, as long as I come back before 2am. So I get my lazy ass up and find something to wear. I put on my new red-and-black Renaissance-style velvet top, then can’t decide between the red velvet lounge pants and the black Renaissance skirt. I wear both. The skirt is sheer, and open along one side all the way to the hip. I’d be nervous wearing it alone in any case. I put on my black/tinsel wig, borrow some mascara, add lip gloss... I don’t have any shoes. I have sneakers, hiking boots, rainboots. That’s it. I’m going back to bed. Glo drags me up and takes me to her closet where I find The Perfect Boots. I help her pick out an outfit, and we’re off to meet the fam, who stubbornly refuse to dress for the occasion. No big. I’ll look that much nicer.
We all go to the employee New Year’s party, where they’ve turned the pool hall into a casino. That’s a big change, believe it or not. I win a few raffle tickets playing blackjack, the fam get addicted to roulette, and a dozen people compliment me on my outfit. The games stop so they can announce the raffle winners. We all wait for an hour (yes, there are that many prizes) only to find out none of us won. The majority of the winners had the same dealer. They also had dozens of raffle tickets each. Coincidence, I’m sure. We all pick up a glass of champagne to watch the ball drop on the big screen. As the ball drop, prize-filled balloons fall over our heads. I got two balloons, but no prizes. Gipped. Time to kiss my husband, toast until my glass is empty, and say my goodbyes. The after-party’s tempting, but my pillow and I have a deal. So no more Uno. Bye bro-in-law, Bye future-sis-in-law (Oh Lordie I hope not), Come again soon!! Bring the kids!!!
Day 3: still snowing. This is really starting to freak me out. I try not to cry as we go slaloming up the road like a sociopath’s slip-and-slide. Who me? I’m not scared. I try not to cry again as I bring it up to my boss that I really am not up for this. He seems shocked. He assures me that this never happens. Never ever. Just this once.
A few hours later [Still Snowing!] I hear that the road is closed. No more customers today. So my boss sends me home four hours early, letting the other cashier stay on because she has fewer hours this week. Meaning that she has been off the last couple days, enjoying the sunshine down in the Valley. So I get sent home. Only there is no way to get home. So I guess technically I get sent to the day lodge. Where I sit and wait and watch everyone else get off work. Where they were also sitting and waiting because we have no customers. At least they were getting paid. Grr.
We all wait together in the day lodge. The bus driver will not let me wait on the bus and get started on my nap, no matter how desperately I beg. Waiting on the parked bus would not be “safe”. WTF? So I try to nap on the table and ignore everyone making fun of me. No luck. Too noisy, too bright [too Goddamned Pissed Off!!!]
An hour or so after the bus was supposed to leave, they re-open the food court. Considering that all the stores and restaurants in the Valley will likely be closed by the time we can get there, this is a nice gesture. They have chips and sandwiches and everyone is desperate. Everyone jumps in line at once, the cashier is still only half-open, and we’re moving slowly. The manager keeps apologizing to everyone about the wait, until I say “Yeah, people, hurry up! I’ve got places to go and ways to get there!”
Everyone lightens up a bit at that. I stuff my sandwich and chips in my backpack and dig out my portable speakers. As long as we’re stuck here, we might as well have fun. So I turn up the music as loud as my poor little Radio Shack speakers can manage, and continue to make fun of the situation. Glo and I sing along as loudly and badly as possible, until everyone covers their ears. Fine, be that way. Michelle and I are dancing in our seats. No, we will not be moving it onto the table. Wait. Got any dollar bills?
Finally! The busses are ready to load. My boss is there to organize the mob. Lucky for me. I scored a front row seat, plenty of room to curl up and nap. Unfortunately, I can’t sleep in a moving vehicle (agghh! Train flashbacks...), but leg room is good. Also, the not-getting-bus-sick, that’s a plus. I get home, get out of my work clothes, and crawl into bed. My husband gently (and repeatedly) reminds me that it’s New Year’s Eve and we have plans. The brother-in-law-and-co. are expecting us to take them out. After some debating with my pillow, we agree that it will wait for me, as long as I come back before 2am. So I get my lazy ass up and find something to wear. I put on my new red-and-black Renaissance-style velvet top, then can’t decide between the red velvet lounge pants and the black Renaissance skirt. I wear both. The skirt is sheer, and open along one side all the way to the hip. I’d be nervous wearing it alone in any case. I put on my black/tinsel wig, borrow some mascara, add lip gloss... I don’t have any shoes. I have sneakers, hiking boots, rainboots. That’s it. I’m going back to bed. Glo drags me up and takes me to her closet where I find The Perfect Boots. I help her pick out an outfit, and we’re off to meet the fam, who stubbornly refuse to dress for the occasion. No big. I’ll look that much nicer.
We all go to the employee New Year’s party, where they’ve turned the pool hall into a casino. That’s a big change, believe it or not. I win a few raffle tickets playing blackjack, the fam get addicted to roulette, and a dozen people compliment me on my outfit. The games stop so they can announce the raffle winners. We all wait for an hour (yes, there are that many prizes) only to find out none of us won. The majority of the winners had the same dealer. They also had dozens of raffle tickets each. Coincidence, I’m sure. We all pick up a glass of champagne to watch the ball drop on the big screen. As the ball drop, prize-filled balloons fall over our heads. I got two balloons, but no prizes. Gipped. Time to kiss my husband, toast until my glass is empty, and say my goodbyes. The after-party’s tempting, but my pillow and I have a deal. So no more Uno. Bye bro-in-law, Bye future-sis-in-law (Oh Lordie I hope not), Come again soon!! Bring the kids!!!
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