XLVIII

I apologize for not being consistent with the blogging. Life kinda gets in the way. Friday I had school yet again. I went about my classes, and saw one of the Kappas walk by in the hallway as I was sitting in a class. She caught a glimpse of me, stopped to smile and wave, then kept going. I smiled back and continued with history class. My professor seems to be a huge JFK conspiracy theorist. It's kinda awesome. After history, I took the train. The whole way I was playing that game Flappy Bird. It makes me want to punch someone in the face. My high score is 24 so far. It isn't bad, but I wanna keep playing that stupid addicting game.
I had work on Saturday, 6-12. Bob was there per usual, so we had our banter and nonsense. Work is becoming easy and a lot less stressful. Soon, the work day was over. 6hrs of work only felt like maybe 2hrs. I got home tired, but couldn't sleep. I watched tv and passed the time until bed. I found it hard to sleep, but I did it. This morning I got up for work, and wasn't as tired as I thought I would be. By the time I got to work, Matt was there. Matt, Bob, and I all hung out and did our thing. Today is Super Bowl Sunday, so Bob said it was one of the busiest days of the year. I called bullshit, and didn't believe people stock up on bagels for a SB party. They would more likely be buying buffalo wings, burgers, hotdogs, and chips. I was wrong. Dead wrong. The store started to get busy at 7:30 and spontaneous rushes would happen. Around 9:30, we got busy for about an hour and a half nonstop. People were lined up out the door wanting bagels. It was all fairly easy and quick. Matt, Bob, Kevin, and I all moved around each other and worked in harmony (mostly). We all made passing comments about customers or annoying orders, or just shit talking each other. The rush ended, and I was relieved. My shoulder was killing me. Soon Paulie arrived, as did Joe. I was headed to the back of the store into the kitchen and I was somewhat skipping and saying random things in a melody kind of. Joe made a comment saying "Yo *Eve*, how are you always so damn happy? Even if you get here mad early, you're still happy. I don't know whether it makes me mad, or happy too". I smiled and said that being happy is how I get through the work day. When dealing with an annoying customer, sing your favorite song. Dance a little. Say strange comments. Just get the negativity out and be happy. I like to make weird noises sometimes just because I can. I'll plop some tuna onto the scale and say "SHMOOP". I'll sweep and be saying "bop boooooop boop bopppp". I'll wash dishes and just sing random melodies and substitute the real words with whatever I want. I wonder if I really do seem happy all the time. I'll to pay attention more I guess. After work, I got home and almost immediately took a shower. I felt sweaty and gross. Now I'm in my pjs blogging while my cat cuddles next to me.
Anyway, tonight is the Super Bowl. My dad is making buffalo wings and hot dogs, and our house is stocked with chips and different kinds of dip. I'm not really a fan of football, but why not watch? I may as well try to pay attention while stuffing my face with wings. I'll especially watch the commercials and the halftime show. I mean..Bruno Mars with the Red Hot Chili Peppers? What kind of strange combination is that? Let's see how this all plays out. By the way, GO SEAHAWKS!