Dressing room disgust!

So for anyone who doesn't know I have had a ton of different jobs. I have done a little bit of everything from selling Cutco knives in peoples houses to working at Disneyland, a pizza place, as a telemarketer, Jamba Juice, selling sewing machines, well you get the point. 

So This morning I was moving a pile of my laundry from my bed. It reminded me of working at Sears during holiday seasons. I had worked there for about two and a half years during high school until a little passed graduation. It seemed like people were not capable of putting anything back on a hanger by themselves or even bringing it out of the dressing room. But that is what we are there for. During holidays though when everyone gets sick or calls out and places are under staffed and super busy it would just be ridiculous. every couple of hours we would just pull giant heaps out of the dressing rooms so that and bring it to the registers so that if we had time in between ringing up our thousand and one customers we could fold and hang more clothes and help put them away. There were usually people stationed to do that as well but there were usually a lot more things coming onto the pile faster than they could work the pile down. We actually had one customer that we saw look like it was just for fun climb our step ladder and with a long sweep of his arm knock an entire shelf of stacked folded jeans to the ground in a pile and walk away? I thought to myself WHO RAISED YOU? It is just plain mean when you can see how messed up things are and crazy especially around Christmas and fathers day in the mens department to even take more than one trip to the dressing room with your own enormous pile then leave it there, but this was plain ridiculous. 

That was not the worst part. Sometimes we could not get to the dressing rooms for a while and especially in the handicap accessible one the piles would be gigantic and people would just start piling clothes on the floor outside of the dressing rooms. Sometimes we almost couldn't walk passed easily by the end of a really busy night. One night in particular one of my co-workers went in and found a Del Taco cup full of pee in one of them. Who does that? I mean I know the bathrooms weren't that close but seriously? Take it with you and do something with it. We were pretty grossed out. While he was talking about that another co-worker and I went into the handicap changing room and went together to lift a really large pile of clothes that had been in that one and we figured we could just get it out faster if we lifted together. We had just lifted it and were coming out of the doorway when we both kind of looked at each other and we knew. We both had started feeling something wet and we could smell it. SOMEONE HAD TAKEN A PEE ALL OVER THIS PILE OF CLOTHES!!! We were so disgusted. We ran to the bathrooms and started cleaning ourselves as best we could and the managers gave us each a shirt to change into. But it was so disgusting! I just didn't understand what would possess someone to do that. Needless to say we did not put those clothes back out and they all had to be marked out as damaged. None of us could believe it. Thats not completely true. Some of the managers and security who had been there for many years didn't look that surprised. They still looked disgusted but not surprised. I feel like at least half of my better "what is wrong with people" stories come from working there. 

Well now I am off to finish getting ready for tech. I think I am excited for where we are and knowing that there is still a bit of tech to go to tighten it all up. GO FLYERS!!!

And people think I am loud?

So I have been living in my apartment since the beginning of summer. We live downstairs in a two bedroom and am now on my second roommate after the first moved back home after summer was over. Since that time I have watched a parade of people go in and out of the apartment above me all day and into late hours of the night. I was on shop hours during summer and was rarely home during the day so I had no  idea what they did during that time before. Now that we have had a few later calls this rotation in paints I see that they are just as loud and crazy during the day as at night. Now when I say loud and crazy I mean the bass is so loud I cant hear the music just feel the thumping through the ceiling. Like some cholo's car parked next to me at a stop light even if both our windows are up. (Or when my best friend is driving =P) Other times I am sure they have DDR or Wii Sports in every room because they stomp so much it shake the walls as well as stuff on our shelves. When we first moved in the one guy said if it was ever too loud to let us know because we used to hear screaming marital problems. I have only told them to be quiet once and it was because they were so loud and it was already passed midnight during one of our long summer weeks and I couldn't take it. The other day I had such a bad migraine that I came home from work after throwing up and tried to go to bed. I kept getting woken up by noise. I finally got a few hours straight. I then had to call out the next day because I was still super dizzy and sick and my hear hurt so much I wanted to cry. All I wanted was sleep. About every hour or so there would be some loud thud or bang from upstairs. I hate the noise, but what do I do, go upstairs and say "you walk too loud?" I don't want to be "that" lady either. I mean I understand that living downstairs you are getting more noise. It is the tradeoff for not having to live upstairs and carry everything up and down and up and down etc. It is just irritating that after a certain hour they seem to have no consideration for the people around them, especially when there are signs around our apartments specifically banning loud music. Normally I am not that upset, but when sometimes their base drowns out our tv or music that is pretty messed up. I don't think that it is unreasonable to want them to shut up at 130 in the morning during the week! I feel like an old lady when I say this, but we all know how little sleep theater people get sometimes especially in conservatory with class and homework and rehearsal and friends and laundry, and dishes and family and reading and laundry and grocery shopping and washing your car and laundry and cleaning the bathroom and laundry. I feel sometimes like my hours in he day are becoming more and more precious so when I have allotted some of them for a specific activity, especially sleep, I am more than irritated when that is stolen from me. My roommate says he kinda wants to hang out one day with them and see why on earth they make so much noise. I want to string them up in front of our apartments by their DDR pad or stab their Wii-mote through their head.

Sometimes I really wonder about people.

This passed weekend I went home for a visit. On one of the nights I was there a friend and I decided to go to Disneyland. Well we got to the gate right as they were closing. Neither of us had thought to check what time the park was closing that night let alone if we were blacked out. So I ended up going again the next night with another friend. It turned out to be the first night of Halloween for Disneyland as well as a Friday night. It was super packed with people. We waited over an hour for space mountain. Somehow in that time I noticed the signs but never read them that they had changed the ride for the season and had the bugeebers scared out of me. Which my friend thought was really funny. I got him back later at the haunted mansion. While we were in line though we met this guy. He was there by himself and started talking to us. Now this was fine because we are fairly friendly people and didn't mind because the guy was pretty pleasant and interesting. We were talking about history and things we had been watching on netflix and cooking and all sorts of things. He seemed like a cool guy who was there by himself because his girlfriend wanted to stay home that night and he really wanted to be there. I smelled a little alcohol on his breath but didn't mind all that much because the line was outdoors and I could only smell it when we were in areas where the line was packed really tightly together. He must have drank a whole lot right before we met him though because he started to get more and more drunk as time went on. He started to slur and sway a little and get louder and more belligerent. He even pulled out the chain from some kid who was sitting on it in line. Technically you are not supposed to sit on it but the kid looked pretty ticked. At that point it still wasn't that bad though. For those who have not been on space mountain, there is an area where the fast pass line and the stand by line meet and start to go into the building and you go through this kind of tunnel. In that area it is like a big tube that looks like some passage way out of all space movies ever except that there are hand rails on both sides of the tunnel. This fool decided to sit on one and did a back flip over and dropped right on his butt. I was sure he was going to hit his head. He was laughing the entire time. Now let me say that just before this we had decided to go on the next two or three rides together before the park closed. I was starting to regret that decision. So we get out of that area and into the loading area where we had to watch him because we were worried that he was going to take a header off of that. Thankfully he didn't, not only because he didn't get hurt but also because if i spent over an hour in that line I was darn well going to ride it! It was so scary though. So after that I wanted to go on big thunder but when we got there it was closed. I went to take pictures of the Dia De Los Muertos stuff that they put up in front of Rancho Del Zolcalo but he was bumping into me so much and getting grabby that all of my pictures came out really blurry. Next we went to the haunted mansion but the line was really long. We decided to go on pirates first because we could almost walk on and then come back to the mansion. My friend wanted to leave me to see if the line was shorter but I told him we all had to go together because I had no service for him to call me and had to go with him. Later I told him about how grabby the guy was getting and that I didn't want to be left with him. So we get to pirates and when we get on the boat he starts off ok because we are talking about when we were all little and used to come to the park and all of the hidden Mickey's in the ride and the food at the Blue Bayou. Then he starts sticking his hands in the water and splashing everyone on the boat. Then we notice that he is practically bathing himself in it!!!! Pirate water is SO DIRTY!!!! My friend leaned over and said, "I just realized that he is doing that because he is really hot from being drunk and is trying to cool himself off." I asked if he had not noticed that back at space mountain. He said that he did know that the guy was drunk it just took a minute to figure out about the bathing in the pirate water. It was nasty. Then after pirates I wanted to try to ditch him but he knew where we were going next so it wasn't really possible. So we went to the haunted mansion where every few feet once it got dark he kept yelling, "Don't touch me there!" It was super irritating. I kept putting my friend between the two of us because I was getting really tired of being "accidentally" bumped. By this time I had already told him we were not exchanging numbers and that I lived 200 miles away. On the way out of we went through Frontier Land and stopped by a pin trading post where I thought he would get tired of waiting while I got a Boo pin but he didn't. Then we stopped by a shop on main street to look for a halloween costume for my friends cousin. Then we walked out. By the time we got to the tram area I think it was starting to hit him as he sobered up what a jerk he was being and he gave us each an awkward hug goodbye and left. Sometimes I swear I have some kind of neon sign on my head that attracts the crazies and drunks. I mean really who needs to be that drunk when they are at Disneyland especially with no friends to keep them form being that stupid.