a classic.

today i stumbled across this juicy morsel of prime literature that i had posted on my myspace about 3 years ago.  after deleting the dozens of friend requests and inbox messages that had accumulated over the last few months of forgetting that i even had a myspace account, i decided to post this little beauty because it brought back very fond memories and made me laugh out loud that that was actually my life at one point in time. oh how things change. but i miss it.

so i couldn' t sleep in past 10:30 this morning and its my first day to not have to wake up before 9 in 5 days. dont get me wrong. i tried to.  but ultimately, i was just laying there, squeezing my eyelids closed and not really enjoying it. so i got up. i guess thats a good thing because i used to be able to sleep all day if i wanted to. im a sleeping fiend. well, i used to be. 

but the glory of being a carhop at sonic has broken me of this.  (this is the point where you all get jealous).  yes, my summer job (as it has remained for the last 3 years), is none other than your local American drive-in: SONIC.  now dont get me wrong, i love my job. and i make more money than your mom doing it. but recently, our a/c has been out. and in case you havent noticed, its hotter than hades outside. yes, summer was reluctant to arrive the first week after school, when i had nothing to do but relax and enjoy my life, and the temperatures remained at sub-60's. i guess the sun gods were just waiting for me to begin my fate as a food deliverer (which entails me being outside 70% of the time standing beside cars as they blow hot exhaust on me while people take their precious time finding the EXACT change) and then of course returning to the grilles and air conditionless madness inside.

but dont get me wrong, i DO love my job. i love receiving zip-lock bags full of pennies as payment.  i love being proposed to by my manager who sexually harrasses me on a daily basis (no need to worry, its all fun and games). i love sitting on the patio during my break with jon, the 60 year-old cook, telling me about his days of cliff-jumping in the navy back in '76. i love the goofy smile that emerges on people's face when i hand them a delectable dessert. i love being hit on by 40 year-old construction workers and the occasional mullet-clad lesbian. i love getting a $2 tip for a $0.50 drink. i love accidentally answering my cell phone with "welcome to sonic..." because i say it on instinct now.  i love wearing an oversized polo that allows for no air-flow and a matching visor. i love being one of the "best" carhops. i love when i unexpectedly serve someone from my past, whether they recognize me or not. i love when my friends come to visit me even though i usually dont get to stop and talk. i love being yelled at because a cook forgot to put bacon on a sonic bacon cheeseburger. i love working with people who take their job WAY too seriously and have made carhopping a career. i love seeing the interesting things lurking in people's backseats as i stand and wait for them to sign their credit card bill. i love going home every day covered in icecream and sweat, wanting to do nothing but shower. but most of all, i love coming to work each day not knowing what kind of insanity i will encounter.
and that is why i sit here, on a sunday morning (the only day of the week i will never work) and actually kinda miss the place.

but for now, i must make my day off productive as well. i think i will go for a run, then maybe a swim in the pool, then church of course. and later i may just stop by good ol' sonic. you know, so i can "check the schedule" ;).  

and this would be me as a zombie carhop for halloween '06.  and yes, i wore roller skates.