So I decided to do something different this time. I have been sitting at a table for about 12 hours now, working a young boy's very competitive hockey tournament. I found myself bored and decided that I should just write about the crazy things that I have seen so far today.
I started my day off with attempting to walk into the building with hot coffee in my hand, as well as a bag, a binder, and my phone. I was thinking that I should take advantage of the automatic sliding doors, so I walked straight into the door, which was locked, spilled all over my pants, and fell to the ground. The woman working the desk heard the crash of my ass and came running to open the door. She then told me, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to unlock the doors this morning!"
After this, I had my hands full yet again, and I proceeded to trip over a giant hockey bag full of stuff. Luckily I didn't fall to the ground, but I am pretty sure my knee exploded trying to catch my step.
As the day went on, I sat at my table trying to look busy so people wouldn't talk to me (this NEVER WORKS). I had a team check in, and while they were getting their locker room assignment, a 13-year-old boy yells, "Dangggg bae, you got a boo?" I looked at the coach who just laughed and I decided I did not like that team from an early point. After being hit on by the young child, a little girl (probably 6) asked me to have a cartwheel contest. Overwhelmed by the cutest, I had to say yes. To say the least, my cartwheels were more like somersaults and I got my butt kicked by a small human in a super simple contest (why are tiny humans so bendy?).
The next thing that happened took me by a surprise. A frantic women comes running to me saying a kids arm fell off. Yes. She said it fell off. Don't worry though, it did not actually fall off, but it was broken in a very funky way. I ran downstairs to see what happened and literally had to turn around and run back upstairs after I saw it I thought to myself, "Okay, no. No thanks." Poor kid came from Colorado just to have his arm fall off.
After the kids arm fell off, a kid threw up all over the lobby and I just had to sit there for hours after. It just smelled like Shrek just died. I know the kid couldn't help it, but like, the door was three feet behind him and the garbage can was two feet to his right. But I guess he tried, right?
My day at work is always full of adventures. Who knew working a 16-hour shift could make you experience so much? I broke my butt, made it look like I peed my pants, got whooped in a cartwheel contest, witnessed a flailing arm about to fall off, saw Shrek die, and I still have three more hours left. I wonder what will happen next? The best part is, I get to do it all again tomorrow.......send help.
