Pictured above is my uniform for work. Isn't it super cute? It's huge on me, even though it's a small. When they (my superiors) were handing them out, the lady was like, "I think you should probably get a medium." What? Is that a fat joke?In the end, I went with my heart and got a small, if only to preserve my dignity.
Even though the uniform is fugly and I get paid like an illegal immigrant, I still really like my job. Mostly, I just scan tickets as people enter the stadium gates, and say "Enjoy the game." One of the girls who's on my gate (Gate 9, represent.) is super cool and we're basically like this now: X. When the mass of patrons thins out, we pass the time by scoping out hot guys and rating them on our 1-10 scale. Occasionally we also break the rules and sit on the table, because it's reaaally hard to stand up for seven hours strait (uh, HELLO supervisor).
Tonight's game starts at 8:15, which means I won't get home til the ungodly hour of like, 1:00 A.M. That might not sound so ungodly, because we're in college now right?, but it's pretty sketchy to be walking a mile and a half home ALONE at that time. So pray for me.
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