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yesterday was my first day working in a ticket booth. it was alright at first. i mean, when i was observing the other admissions people pressing buttons on the screen and ka-ching-ing the cashiers and tearing tickets and tying wristbands, i thought it looked really fun. i guess it still is but it was just pretty tiring sitting in that chair for close to 12 hours yesterday and starving for most of the time!! nonetheless, a good experience.
of course, you do meet the occasional jokers who just want to have some fun or have nothing better to do. like this group of guys who came and said that they know a zach morey (i'm working at morey's piers, which is run by a certain morey family) who works in their school who said they could get wristbands for free. i just gave them a smile and an "okaaaaaay" look and i said that i would need some sort of coupon. and they started taking out all sorts of trash from their wallet. like clothes tags and something to do with smoking cos they wanted to give me something and asked whether i smoked. anyway, after having their fun and giving up after my repeated refusals to give them free wristbands, they said, "oh, it's ok....we'll just go eat then," and were gone.
and there was this other group who came and i was already closing and this guy went, "where are the froooogs?" in a really slurred voice. i really couldn't understand him. and i went , "sorry?" and he went, "where are the frogs?? where do you hit the frogs??" and for the life of me, i was stumped. and he looked so exasperated like he would explode if he couldn't hit the frogs. i really couldn't help him and he left in a huff. hmmmm.
and on the way back, some random guy just came up from behind me on the boardwalk and stroked my hair. i thought it was joy cos she was walking beside me but i realised the hand was actually attached to this tall black guy with braided hair and he turned around and smiled like he knew me. i was just stunned. i think i got stumped alot yesterday, huh?
something struck me while i was sitting in that booth for those 11 to 12 hours yesterday. people. you meet all sorts of people. some are really friendly and totally make your day. they say hello, smile, joke about your little mistakes, thank you really genuinely and even wish you a good day. then, there are some who are always already on the defence waiting for things to screw up to fulfil certain prophecies of life they already created. they shake their heads and frown, too prematurely if you ask me. signs of premature aging. you meet the mothers or fathers who look completely harrassed by their kids, the teenage girls who wear too much make-up, the teenage boys with pants threatening to fall off anytime soon, the little kids who come up to your window and wave hi just for the sake of it, the girlfriends who get irritated with their boyfriends and husbands who get irritated with their wives, the cheery grandmothers, the ones seeking to create fashion statements with their hair, the guys who act macho to impress the girls, the unsure kids who shut up pretty fast cos they always think they might be wrong, the dudes who talk nonsense to try to pick you up, the excited kids who can't wait to get onto the rides....just all sorts of people. sometimes they fight with each other infront of your booth. sometimes they're kissing each other infront of your booth. whatever it is, it's like you're looking into a fishtank from your booth window, taking sneak peeks into the lives of all kinds of people for a few seconds or minutes. it's a funny thing to consider, considering i'm the one who's locked inside those 4 walls and behind a window. maybe that's how the fish see it too, like that's the only life some of them ever know and it's us, humans, who are trapped in the tank..oh dear, my thoughts are wondering towards the minds of fish. next please!
so anyway, this is the ticket booth i worked in yesterday..
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so now, it's sunday here and it's 1020am and we're waiting to go to work which starts at 1130am. luckily it's only till 6 today. melt and i just got back from mass from the church opposite (called st. ann's church by the way) and guess what melt is doing. sleeeeeeeeping. we'll be doing a post on her soon! melt! can you please stop sleeping and start blogging???
ok, i lost my drive to blog already. to end, here's a picture of the back of a truck we found some days back. we thought it was pretty amusing. toodles!
of course, you do meet the occasional jokers who just want to have some fun or have nothing better to do. like this group of guys who came and said that they know a zach morey (i'm working at morey's piers, which is run by a certain morey family) who works in their school who said they could get wristbands for free. i just gave them a smile and an "okaaaaaay" look and i said that i would need some sort of coupon. and they started taking out all sorts of trash from their wallet. like clothes tags and something to do with smoking cos they wanted to give me something and asked whether i smoked. anyway, after having their fun and giving up after my repeated refusals to give them free wristbands, they said, "oh, it's ok....we'll just go eat then," and were gone.
and there was this other group who came and i was already closing and this guy went, "where are the froooogs?" in a really slurred voice. i really couldn't understand him. and i went , "sorry?" and he went, "where are the frogs?? where do you hit the frogs??" and for the life of me, i was stumped. and he looked so exasperated like he would explode if he couldn't hit the frogs. i really couldn't help him and he left in a huff. hmmmm.
and on the way back, some random guy just came up from behind me on the boardwalk and stroked my hair. i thought it was joy cos she was walking beside me but i realised the hand was actually attached to this tall black guy with braided hair and he turned around and smiled like he knew me. i was just stunned. i think i got stumped alot yesterday, huh?
something struck me while i was sitting in that booth for those 11 to 12 hours yesterday. people. you meet all sorts of people. some are really friendly and totally make your day. they say hello, smile, joke about your little mistakes, thank you really genuinely and even wish you a good day. then, there are some who are always already on the defence waiting for things to screw up to fulfil certain prophecies of life they already created. they shake their heads and frown, too prematurely if you ask me. signs of premature aging. you meet the mothers or fathers who look completely harrassed by their kids, the teenage girls who wear too much make-up, the teenage boys with pants threatening to fall off anytime soon, the little kids who come up to your window and wave hi just for the sake of it, the girlfriends who get irritated with their boyfriends and husbands who get irritated with their wives, the cheery grandmothers, the ones seeking to create fashion statements with their hair, the guys who act macho to impress the girls, the unsure kids who shut up pretty fast cos they always think they might be wrong, the dudes who talk nonsense to try to pick you up, the excited kids who can't wait to get onto the rides....just all sorts of people. sometimes they fight with each other infront of your booth. sometimes they're kissing each other infront of your booth. whatever it is, it's like you're looking into a fishtank from your booth window, taking sneak peeks into the lives of all kinds of people for a few seconds or minutes. it's a funny thing to consider, considering i'm the one who's locked inside those 4 walls and behind a window. maybe that's how the fish see it too, like that's the only life some of them ever know and it's us, humans, who are trapped in the tank..oh dear, my thoughts are wondering towards the minds of fish. next please!
so anyway, this is the ticket booth i worked in yesterday..
associate of the month!
i wish!
so now, it's sunday here and it's 1020am and we're waiting to go to work which starts at 1130am. luckily it's only till 6 today. melt and i just got back from mass from the church opposite (called st. ann's church by the way) and guess what melt is doing. sleeeeeeeeping. we'll be doing a post on her soon! melt! can you please stop sleeping and start blogging???
ok, i lost my drive to blog already. to end, here's a picture of the back of a truck we found some days back. we thought it was pretty amusing. toodles!
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