Disney Funstuffs
Ah, Guess what! I actually had a day at work that has made me feel fuzzy, excited, and with a sense of accomplishment. Who wants to hear what kind of stuff we found picking up strollers at the end of the night tonight~~???? Ps, stay tuned to find out what way I've badly hurt myself this week, and how I triumphed over idiot boys trying to pick me up in a van.
So yes, as I believe I never actually remembered to mention, one of the areas I work at in my park of employ is stroller rental, and as I'm usually there at night, I get to do the parkwalk sometimes, which is going around the (empty!) park and picking up abandoned strollers (it's like a videogame!). Now that it's the holidays, all kinds of madness abounds in the park!
Things we found: --->
So we just got new strollers last week, right, but we don't have enough to match the numbers of our old ones? Okay. And they're deconstructing our whole work area too. Nice..... But anywho, The old ones are jogging strollers, cloth and metal. Capable of looking really ratty. Our new ones look like flat urinals and are blue plastic. more awkward to handle. But anyway...here's what we found in the park today:
6 old red doubles (bucket seaters)
1 old blue single
8 (EIGHT!!!) new blue singles (the urinals)
3 new blue doubles
2 normal old wheelchairs
1 old wide wheelchair
1 dirty, puke-yellow MAGIC KINGDOM ultra-wide wheelchair
3, count em, THREE personal strollers people left! JUST LEFT, and they were fine!!
Also, I found something interesting in one of the red doubles--> three drinks, a beer, crackers, some trash, and a bag with their reciept (room ID card # on it) AND a sweater and pink pants in it....? woah....
Oh yes, how I hurt myself: I "pulled a rib," as my chiropractor put it, which means I pulled the muscle on one of my middle lower ribs, where it connects TO the rib. Thus, it hurts to move my right arm up much (hurting now as I write, but this is important!), and I can't lift things without it straining, or open heavy doors. Sooo, now I have to eat soup with my left hand. Behold me exercising my right brain. .__. I feel like Ed. Dammit, fic bunnies, noooooo!
And how I truimphed over some stupid guys: So, I was dropped off in front of the apts by a coworker friend, along with another girl, and our lovely driver left. Within about five seconds, I bent down to pick up a penny. Then, as the other girl walked away, I saw a dime, and picked that up too. :) By the time I got back up, there was a new van behind me, with a guy leaning out the window with his sunglasses half pulled off his face. He says, "Hey, how're you doing?"
Now, all precedents point to me not saying anything while people verbal-molest me in tehse situations, and making me desire to shoot things for days after. But I had just been thinking about this as I was picking up the penny, AND I had felt like, with how this was going, that his words and look were kind of like a slap on the ass. However, they were practiced (?) and didn't sound sleasy. That's the only reason I'm wondering about feeling bad over the fact that my response just ended up as "Better than you." It wasn't snotty. Just peppy, off-hand remark. I walked away.
He called after me something something rise in pitch YOU BITCH, (it's amazing how psycho they sound when they get that way), and as he was sounding so psycho, I was kind of put off, and simply looked back and said, "you're Lame." with capital L. x))
So, should I feel bad? The other girl laughed, cuz she didnt' hear anything except me calling them lame. I would feel bad, except I remembered afterward that the guy, in the passanger's seat, would have had to get his driver to pull over in order to do that...and they initiated the idea as they saw me bending down...what jerks/dorks. good lord. What's your call?
So yes, as I believe I never actually remembered to mention, one of the areas I work at in my park of employ is stroller rental, and as I'm usually there at night, I get to do the parkwalk sometimes, which is going around the (empty!) park and picking up abandoned strollers (it's like a videogame!). Now that it's the holidays, all kinds of madness abounds in the park!
Things we found: --->
So we just got new strollers last week, right, but we don't have enough to match the numbers of our old ones? Okay. And they're deconstructing our whole work area too. Nice..... But anywho, The old ones are jogging strollers, cloth and metal. Capable of looking really ratty. Our new ones look like flat urinals and are blue plastic. more awkward to handle. But anyway...here's what we found in the park today:
6 old red doubles (bucket seaters)
1 old blue single
8 (EIGHT!!!) new blue singles (the urinals)
3 new blue doubles
2 normal old wheelchairs
1 old wide wheelchair
1 dirty, puke-yellow MAGIC KINGDOM ultra-wide wheelchair
3, count em, THREE personal strollers people left! JUST LEFT, and they were fine!!
Also, I found something interesting in one of the red doubles--> three drinks, a beer, crackers, some trash, and a bag with their reciept (room ID card # on it) AND a sweater and pink pants in it....? woah....
Oh yes, how I hurt myself: I "pulled a rib," as my chiropractor put it, which means I pulled the muscle on one of my middle lower ribs, where it connects TO the rib. Thus, it hurts to move my right arm up much (hurting now as I write, but this is important!), and I can't lift things without it straining, or open heavy doors. Sooo, now I have to eat soup with my left hand. Behold me exercising my right brain. .__. I feel like Ed. Dammit, fic bunnies, noooooo!
And how I truimphed over some stupid guys: So, I was dropped off in front of the apts by a coworker friend, along with another girl, and our lovely driver left. Within about five seconds, I bent down to pick up a penny. Then, as the other girl walked away, I saw a dime, and picked that up too. :) By the time I got back up, there was a new van behind me, with a guy leaning out the window with his sunglasses half pulled off his face. He says, "Hey, how're you doing?"
Now, all precedents point to me not saying anything while people verbal-molest me in tehse situations, and making me desire to shoot things for days after. But I had just been thinking about this as I was picking up the penny, AND I had felt like, with how this was going, that his words and look were kind of like a slap on the ass. However, they were practiced (?) and didn't sound sleasy. That's the only reason I'm wondering about feeling bad over the fact that my response just ended up as "Better than you." It wasn't snotty. Just peppy, off-hand remark. I walked away.
He called after me something something rise in pitch YOU BITCH, (it's amazing how psycho they sound when they get that way), and as he was sounding so psycho, I was kind of put off, and simply looked back and said, "you're Lame." with capital L. x))
So, should I feel bad? The other girl laughed, cuz she didnt' hear anything except me calling them lame. I would feel bad, except I remembered afterward that the guy, in the passanger's seat, would have had to get his driver to pull over in order to do that...and they initiated the idea as they saw me bending down...what jerks/dorks. good lord. What's your call?