I showed up to my first day of work on alcohol day. This was a good sign. However, it was a false one. I lost where the door to the kitchen was and had to go to the bar to ask how to find it. No I wasn't drinking yet. A guy, I'll call "Grouch", chastised me for being where I wasn't supposed to. Great first impression. The rest of the day he snarked at people. I think he scared most people. Maybe he forgot to have breakfast. He pushed past another new person and indicated that she should shoot herself in the head. He even made a hand gesture of a gun going off. Gulp. Welcome to work.
Part of our training involves sampling alcohol beverages. We tried eight of them and it was beautiful. Until Grouch came in. People got quieter and their heads hung lower. Perhaps they were secretly hoping he wouldn't notice they were there. I don't know what overcame me, but it seemed like a good idea at the time to stick my tongue out at him and make a face. I was dead meat. Bye bye Brookes, game over. He stood there, his face frozen. Pretty sure my heart stopped. Way to make enemies with the mean guy on the first day. Then he smiled. I breathed again. Maybe he liked the challenge of someone not taking his shit.
The day was pretty good otherwise. Although I ate too many bread sticks.
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Last night I talked to Lucky for an hour. I had to pee. So I did, but I didn't mute it. He didn't notice the trickle nor the water when I washed my hands. I was almost scott free until he asked why the phone echoed. Was he on speaker phone? Er.... not exactly. I think I'll go back to using the mute button.
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More to come regarding Mexico adventures! Sooooo much to tell including: "Flashing the zebra", "the snuggler", and "Solarium". Ew, and possibly "the caterpillar".
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