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Hey guys! Long time no see!
Bit of an update here, I'm working the Strawberry Festival as a security guard here in Santa Maria, then on Monday I'm leaving to start my new job as a Park Ranger on an emergency response team to help fight forest fires and evacuate people from disasters and such. So, coolness there.
Anyway, tonight was my first night working the Strawberry Festival. Nice people as co-workers, so that was nice, but of course with any festival, particularly ones serving alcohol, you get the typical drunk morons, the ones who try to sneak in the exit gates (I was stationed at an entryway checking bags and stuff for the first half of my shift, the second half I was at an exit gate making sure no one left with alcohol or tried to sneak in) and who get all huffy if you tell them no. Then of course there were the ones who tried to leave with alcohol, got angry when you told them they couldn't and threw it on the ground in front of you or something else juvenile and obnoxious. Really, people? Oh, and let's not forget those magnificent people who came in to a family friendly event wearing clothes with such fabulous sayings as "Your face makes my d**k soft" or women walking in wearing NO PANTS, but instead fishnet tights (Yes, fishnet all the way up...no solid until they hit mid thigh or anything her, they were fishnet, very loose knit fishnet, ALL THE WAY UP, and her shirt was very short) and getting indignant and screaming about racism or 'freedom of expression' when they're told they can't wear that in a family event. Seriously people? I wouldn't be caught DEAD outside my home dressed like that. It's the STRAWBERRY FESTIVAL. The entire thing is pretty much for kids! They only serve alcohol because plenty of adults wouldn't come at all unless they had something catering to them! Why you'd think it was a good idea to wear a shirt advertising the smell of your nether regions (No, I'm not kidding) or to wear something so revealing even a Vegas hooker would tell you to tone it down, I have no idea! But it wasn't a good idea, and you can't come around small children wearing trash like that! Go home and grow a brain, or get back to your street corner!
Aaanyway, as to the kid....
Well, you know how at pretty much all festival things there's games where you can win a live goldfish? There were several of those, so plenty of kids were running around with goldfish in bags or in those little tank things (like you'd have a hermit crab in), and if they were being rough with them I'd encourage them to be gentler. So, when I was at the exit and a little boy came through (about six or seven, maybe eight) and he was being rough with a little tank of fish, I gently told him that he needed to not shake his fish so much, or they might die.
In two seconds flat his eyes went huge, he clutched the tank of fish to his chest and started bawling, while walking as slowly as possible so as to not jostle them at all. My co-workers and the kid's parents busted out laughing, at least partially at my shocked expression and inability to process what had just happened, and my co-workers gleefully informed me that I will never ever live that one down EVER. Every time anyone, child or adult, went through with a fish after that, one of them would quickly jump in and tell them not to shake the fish, while looking at me and grinning. Several of the other people, even those that weren't security, even some of the VENDORS, got in on it. I was surprised that none of the ones working the booths with the fish offered me one as a joke.
Marvelous.
Side note...the hot cocoa at the booth near the command post sucked. The lady just put hot water in the cup, dumped the powder on top and handed it to me like that. No effort to stir it, no offering of a spoon so I could stir it myself, nothing. I ended up getting a little coffee stirring thing to mix it myself...FROM ANOTHER BOOTH, since they didn't have any. Oh, and they kept getting orders mixed up...when I was the only one there. And my order was TWO ITEMS.
Guh. People sometimes.
....I still feel really bad for that kid. D8
Bit of an update here, I'm working the Strawberry Festival as a security guard here in Santa Maria, then on Monday I'm leaving to start my new job as a Park Ranger on an emergency response team to help fight forest fires and evacuate people from disasters and such. So, coolness there.
Anyway, tonight was my first night working the Strawberry Festival. Nice people as co-workers, so that was nice, but of course with any festival, particularly ones serving alcohol, you get the typical drunk morons, the ones who try to sneak in the exit gates (I was stationed at an entryway checking bags and stuff for the first half of my shift, the second half I was at an exit gate making sure no one left with alcohol or tried to sneak in) and who get all huffy if you tell them no. Then of course there were the ones who tried to leave with alcohol, got angry when you told them they couldn't and threw it on the ground in front of you or something else juvenile and obnoxious. Really, people? Oh, and let's not forget those magnificent people who came in to a family friendly event wearing clothes with such fabulous sayings as "Your face makes my d**k soft" or women walking in wearing NO PANTS, but instead fishnet tights (Yes, fishnet all the way up...no solid until they hit mid thigh or anything her, they were fishnet, very loose knit fishnet, ALL THE WAY UP, and her shirt was very short) and getting indignant and screaming about racism or 'freedom of expression' when they're told they can't wear that in a family event. Seriously people? I wouldn't be caught DEAD outside my home dressed like that. It's the STRAWBERRY FESTIVAL. The entire thing is pretty much for kids! They only serve alcohol because plenty of adults wouldn't come at all unless they had something catering to them! Why you'd think it was a good idea to wear a shirt advertising the smell of your nether regions (No, I'm not kidding) or to wear something so revealing even a Vegas hooker would tell you to tone it down, I have no idea! But it wasn't a good idea, and you can't come around small children wearing trash like that! Go home and grow a brain, or get back to your street corner!
Aaanyway, as to the kid....
Well, you know how at pretty much all festival things there's games where you can win a live goldfish? There were several of those, so plenty of kids were running around with goldfish in bags or in those little tank things (like you'd have a hermit crab in), and if they were being rough with them I'd encourage them to be gentler. So, when I was at the exit and a little boy came through (about six or seven, maybe eight) and he was being rough with a little tank of fish, I gently told him that he needed to not shake his fish so much, or they might die.
In two seconds flat his eyes went huge, he clutched the tank of fish to his chest and started bawling, while walking as slowly as possible so as to not jostle them at all. My co-workers and the kid's parents busted out laughing, at least partially at my shocked expression and inability to process what had just happened, and my co-workers gleefully informed me that I will never ever live that one down EVER. Every time anyone, child or adult, went through with a fish after that, one of them would quickly jump in and tell them not to shake the fish, while looking at me and grinning. Several of the other people, even those that weren't security, even some of the VENDORS, got in on it. I was surprised that none of the ones working the booths with the fish offered me one as a joke.
Marvelous.
Side note...the hot cocoa at the booth near the command post sucked. The lady just put hot water in the cup, dumped the powder on top and handed it to me like that. No effort to stir it, no offering of a spoon so I could stir it myself, nothing. I ended up getting a little coffee stirring thing to mix it myself...FROM ANOTHER BOOTH, since they didn't have any. Oh, and they kept getting orders mixed up...when I was the only one there. And my order was TWO ITEMS.
Guh. People sometimes.
....I still feel really bad for that kid. D8
on getting the job you wanted, Clover. Best of luck!
I still don't understand how...
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