Yesterday was my first day at The Bagel Store. It actually didn't suck nearly as much as I'd anticipated. In fact... I think I'm actually going to enjoy it. I think I like work for the same reason I like marching band. I'm not sure what that reason is, but it seems like it's the same reason. I got a uniform. I kind of like uniforms. I'm not sure why. I think I like the way they clearly transform you into something different from what you are normally. When I put on my uniform, I am no longer Aidan O'Connor, I am Bagel Store Girl. I think I like her. She makes money. She knows how to grind coffee and where the extra napkins are. I have also decided that she is kind of cute.
The uniform consists of a gray polo shirt, a green apron, and a white hat. The white hat means that I am in training. Once I know where everything in the store is and how to make everything, and I have memorized the price of everything, I must take a test, and if I pass that test, I will receive a Green Hat. Personally, I think the green hat thing is kind of funny. They make a pretty big deal out of it. It also seems like there in not much of an actual advantage to earning the green hat - just a quarter more an hour the glory of having a green hat.
Ivy used to work at the bagel store. Usually she sits at our lunch table silently doing homework, but today she heard me talking to Dave and Julian about work and joined in the conversation.
"Does Matt MacArthur finally have his green hat?"
"Yeah. Why, did it take him a while?"
"It took him like two months. I got there after him and I got my green hat before him. I got my green hat in two weeks."
Internal Voice: Would you like a cookie or a small parade?
"Two weeks? Really? They said that the training period was thirty days."
"Well, I got mine in two weeks."
Anyway, I mostly followed this girl around while she restocked everything. I learned where everything comes from and where it goes. (It seems like a lot of the time though, the place you have to move it to is not that much more conveinient. Like, they'll move stuff from one place under the counter to another place under the counter.) Then I ground a lot of coffee, refilled the soda thing, swept and vaccuumed. Then we closed early and everybody ate a lot of the food that was left over, which they advised me not to do when the bosses are around.
In other news, next week is going to rock pretty hard for the following reasons:
It's a four day week
I only have bio once
Jazz Night
The entire junior class is going on a field trip Tuesday, on which we will do nothing.
The Cabaret, which is a thing where all the foriegn language kids do stupid things onstage or on video during school. I suppose this isn't necessarily a good thing... it's looking like Madame Belakanovski is not going to let us get away with doing anything funny or cool, but we still have to do something stupid. All of us. Especially the musicians. I suppose a best case scenario would be getting away with accompanying some singers, or being allowed to come up with something with Julian, and a worst case scenario would be having to shudder participate in a skit.
But I'll still get out of class. That's the key issue here, really.
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