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So, it was yesterday, about 3:15.
I was stuck on the drive-thru window (Ick.), and a co-worker named Val was on the fryer.
All of a sudden, I hear Val saying "Uh... Lasandra? The fryer is smoking. Should it be doing that?" She walked away to get Lasandra, the manager, and as soon as she turned the corner, the fryer exploded. Not exploded as in a fireball, but it BOOMED and hot oil went EVERYWHERE.

Oh, and then it set on fire. Yeah.

So, naturally, the fire sets the smoke alarms off, which was loud as hell. Lasandra started shouting orders (she had to shout to be heard).
(To be read as a big black woman): "IT ON FIRE! IT ON FIRE! VAL, START THE FIRE REPRESSION THING! I'LL CALL 911!"

(Yes. I realize how annoying caps lock is)

I look into the dining room. The customers who were sitting in there looked up at us, looked at each other, then continued eating. WHAT? Who does that?!

The fire suppression system put out the fryer, but then there was this green goo-like substance everywhere.
Lasandra called Craig, the head honcho, who told us to keep drive-thru open, but to close the dining room.

Right about then, the firefighters showed up. That's when the customers in the dining room decided to leave. I mean, seriously? Did they think we were joking? I mean, yeah, it would have been better had we actually LEFT THE STORE (which I kept suggesting), but, you know,.... sigh.

The firefighters told us that they couldn't actually shut off the alarm. Only the alarm company could do that.

Here's my thing:
There's a firetruck in the parking lot with it's lights on.
You can very clearly hear the alarm from outside. I could even hear it in my car with the doors closed and windows up.
People were STILL coming to the restaurant. STILL.

Once again, WHO MOTHER FUCKING DOES THAT?!
Were they like, "Oh, hey, that Taco Bell is probably on fire! Maybe I should eat there!"

NO. I'd be thinking, "Fuck that shit, I'm getting McDonald's."

Yeah, and that's from a vegetarian. Think on that one.

Anyway, so the managers called the alarm place and got one of those automated machines ("If you need customer service, press 1. If it's an emergency, press 2. [Boop] No one is available to talk to you right now. Please leave a message after the tone. [BEEEEP]").

After discussing it, they decided to keep the store open until we ran out of beef.

Everyone was pretty cool with the wait and lack of fried items (potatoes, chalupas), but one old lady bitched me out when I asked her to speak up, as she was whispering into the speaker, and I had an alarm blaring over my head.

I don't know what happened, as it was still going off when I left at 4:45.
The alarm company finally called her back today, and the fryer was fine when I came in at 2.

 
 
Ashley
23 March 2012 @ 02:20 pm
While this could go on for ages as I sum up the events between posts, I thought I'd talk camp, since that has been the most recent event.

Stormy and I applied for the same job. Whatever. It happens.
Stormy got the job, while I was offered the position I had last year.
Yes, I hated it last year. Yes, I considered all of my options, including other camps. And, yes, I was upset when I didn't get the ACD job, but what is life without disappointments? Boring as fuck, that's what it is. Disappointments just make the achievements even sweeter, and they (hopefully) make us grow as a person.

I accepted the job in the end, because I haven't known a summer without Linden, and I don't know that I'm ready to. Linden is my home away from home, and it's as much a part of me as music is.

I was terrified, as there's always the possibility of failure, but now I'm positive that I made the right choice.

This summer is going kick ass.

Also, Stormy, let me apologize again for not maintaining contact with you. It wasn't intentional, and I'm ecstatic that you got the job.
(Seriously, though, I'm so bad at keeping contact with people that I don't know how Moose and I are still friends.)





And there's only 25 days until my 2 year anniversary with Bruce!
 
 
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Ashley
13 May 2011 @ 12:55 am
Glee  


OTP, for sure.
 
 
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Ashley
30 April 2011 @ 11:37 pm
Starting with the incident that had me promising this post: The Harry Potter Duality Ball.
Semi-formal, had to wear black if you supported the Death Eaters, or white for Dumbledore's Army. Took place Sunday, April 10th.
Bruce and I were going to meet Bear there.
I, as you may know, identify myself as a Slytherin, but I really wanted to wear white. Sadly, my white dress was nowhere to be found. I decided to wear a white sun dress that had black flowers on it. Basically, I was supporting Snape, only, I was far more bad ass, as I know how to shower.
Anyway, the problem with the dress was that I couldn't find my strapless bra, and the dress only had the "two finger" straps. I'm hoping you know what I mean by that. I could, however, find a white bra and a "skin toned" bra (I mean, really? They're like Band-Aids. Do they match ANYONE'S skin tone?). The first problem was with the skin toned bra. You know where the straps connect to the back of the bra? Well, that area was showing. So I switched bras, hoping the white bra would at least try to match the dress. It did, I guess, but then I realized that my dress straps were falling down unless I pulled down my dress, at which point the front of my bra would show. I tried going bra-less, but then I looked to flat, and I got all self-conscience, blah blah blah, and it was then I decided that I was going to become a nudist.
We got to Bear's, and she lent me a black lace cardigan of her mothers, and it solved all bra issues.
Then we went to the ball, and it was hot, and boring, and we left after 5 minutes.

That Saturday, April 16th, Bear graduated from college.
I had just gotten sick, and it was the most boring thing ever, in the history of ever.
Well, I'm just being dramatic.
It was pretty boring, though.
We went to Red Robin afterwards, courtesy of Bear's aunt and uncle. Near the end of the lunch, Bear's brother went to the bathroom. On his way out of it, he leaned back and yelled "REEEEDDDDDD ROBIN'S!" and I shit you not, 95% of the people in the restaurant replied with "Yummmm."
Then Bear's dad, aunt, and uncle left, and more of Bear's friends came over. I got addicted to Pizza Doritos ("They're like the love child of the red bag of Dorito's and Taco Doritos!" - Bear's brother), we played a shit ton of Glee karaoke (I won, percentage wise!), and everyone else drank (Brilliance, there, having the minor as the designated driver. Too bad she couldn't buy more alcohol, eh?)

The next day, Sunday, was our one year anniversary. I told myself that I was going to tell Bruce that I loved him, and I spent a good while deciding how to do it.
We were snuggling (well, spooning, really), and Bruce said, "I really like you."
"I really like you, too."
"I really like snuggling with you, too."
"I really like snuggling with you, too."
"Know why?" At this point, my mind answered him with "Because you love me!", and then my mind shot itself down for being hopeful.
"Why?" I replied.
"Because I really love you."
"I really love you, too."
...
"You aren't going to piss yourself now, are you?" That smart ass.

So, he had secret plans to take me out to eat, then for us to go to Chuck E. Cheese (that's where we went for our first date), but he got nauseous on the car ride to Novi, so he just dropped me off at home.


We spent from Friday the 22nd, to yesterday together. While we were together, I got the plague, we got food poisoning from Chinese food, and to celebrate our anniversary, we went to Subway, got lunch, went to the park, and flew kites. He got himself Batman and bought me Yoda, which is awesome, considering that day that Pickles, Duckie and I went to Toys'R'Us together, and I said I wanted the Yoda kite. He didn't even know about that! /swoon!
Oh, we also got in a car accident (See facebook for details.)

While I was gone, the cat chewed up my power cord to my laptop, and I had to get a new one. Le sigh.

I can also officially tell you all that I'm Program Director! Eek!

I can not stop listening to I Feel Pretty/Unpretty from this past episode of Glee. It's totally stuck in my head.

I'm exhausted, so I'll talk to you all later!
 
 
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Ashley
19 March 2011 @ 11:29 pm

Yeah... I cried.
 
 
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Ashley
16 March 2011 @ 01:15 pm
It's always been my dream to play Belle in Beauty and the Beast.

In June 2008, I almost played Eponine in a youth theatre's production of Les Mis. As soon as I turned 18 that November, I was too old to perform in any of their productions, and, of course, that winter they put on Beauty and the Beast.

I've been trying to find out if anyone is going to put on a production of it, but google's been failing me.
If any of you know something I don't, please, share your wisdom.


So, it came to my attention that one only has to be 18 to be the Program Director at camp. I want to move up the ranks, but I feel completely unprepared. Thoughts? You have until Thursday the 24th to share them.

That is all.
 
 
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Ashley
28 February 2011 @ 09:33 pm
WANT  
Dream Wedding Dress.

Mom loves it as well, which gives me hope.
There's a store less than 10 miles away that sells it, so mom suggested that we find me a ring, pretend I'm getting married, and that we go and try it on.
Also, yes, I entered to win it (No,I don't know what I'd do with it if I actually did win one). And yes, I had to make up a wedding date. Don't tell Bruce. He'll accuse me of getting "relationshippy" again, and we just fixed that last fight, which, by the way, was a huge
misunderstanding.
That's all.


OHMIGOD YOU GUYS!
I just noticed that the dress is $999 or less! GAHHHH!!
 
 
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Ashley
20 February 2011 @ 05:48 pm

Bruno Mars - Grenade
This song is currently the perfect definition of my current romantic relationship.



Cee Lo Green - Fuck You
Super catchy song + Super hilarious video = EPIC
Plus, Cee Lo Green in his tux and sunglasses reminds me of that guy from Lilo and Stitch, Mr. Bubbles.

 
 
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Ashley
07 February 2011 @ 10:02 pm

... And Laura Bell Bundy (Legally Blonde: The Musical) was in the obc?!
Freaking amazing.
 
 
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Ashley
15 January 2011 @ 02:27 am
I've always been told that I have a tendency to see the best in people. Some people see this as a short fall, while some people see this as a gift.
Well, it hasn't gotten me murdered yet, has it?

A while ago, I decided to check up on our dear friend (Yeah, I'm sure you're all glaring at me), Teapot. Not check up on as in, calling her, per se, but I gave her facebook a quick glance... well, her facebook info. She un-friended me right after she left camp.
I noticed that Tp had a blog, so, being the curious creature I am, I checked it out.

At first I was skeptical. When we worked with her, all we saw was the stressed, ever busy side of her, and I couldn't really imagine her any other way. As I continued to browse through, however, something occurred to me (I don't know if occurred is the right word. I probably realized it before and just didn't acknowledge it).

She's just as damaged as the rest of us. All this nonsense of "She must not have a soul!!!!ONE!!1!" is bull.

Then I began to imagine how that would feel. Not the firing aspect, but the thought that every single one of your employees seemed to hate you.
Sure, some of the things that she did pissed us off, and she may not be on our favorites list, but hate?
She didn't kill us, and she certainly didn't ruin the magic of summer camp for us. If anything, the entire experience made us closer as a staff. If anyone can truly hate her for that, then they need to get their heads out of their asses.

I digress. I realized that I felt sorry for her, and I kept reading. On a few posts, I was tempted to comment. To tell her that everything would work out if she didn't solely focus on the negatives, that not all men are out to ruin your perception of relationships, and that I was having a hard time picturing her on a motorcycle.
But, she probably wouldn't want to talk to me. After all, I work for Bambi now, and that probably means that I'm evil or something.
I did consider creating an account under a false name. After all, encouragement and hope that is heading in your direction is always wonderful.

... I don't know.



In other news, I turned down the job in Wisconsin, but I told people that I would send talented people her way.


Also, THIS
 
 
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