Sunday, May 19, 2002

"I am Jack's sleepy head."

Orientation was...interesting.

I arrived at about 7:45 AM (it started at 8 AM) and signed in. There were about 60-70 people there, all either white or Mexican. I naturally fit right in. About 3/4 of them were girls. God I hope that turns out to be a good thing.

Before the orientation could start, there was a little show/concert run by a guy in Hawaiian gear and a ukulele. He did like 8 songs(!), and I gotta admit he was pretty good. I could tell from the start that this was going to be very relaxed and maybe even fun(?!). After that, the actual orientation began.

They started by introuducing all the managers.
They had the lights dimmed, and played that NBA intro song that all the teams play (or used to play, especially the Bulls) in the background, while they came out of the back like we were at a basketball game or something.

Then we went around and introduced ourselves with our names and positions.
Good times. Not.

Then they read off some embarrasing moments that people wrote, and got to see who were the fools that pissed their pants in summer camp and make fun of them.

Next on the agenda: history of Islands.
I began to doze off at this point...

...I woke up, and we were done.
I went outside to get a pair of slip-free shoes that we all need to have. (they're very strict about the uniforms, shoes, hair, and look in general)
Great, I've already used $40 for a job that hasn't even started yet.

I didn't get to eat anything like Jen did.

What's with this "eye" business?!

Dance Dance Revolution

There was a dance production at Sunny Hills today, which I ended up attending due to Denise's request.
Several people from church were in it: Heidi, Sunny, and Sunghee(sp?).
Okay just three.

It was okay actually. There were some instances that caused some groans (ie. "Billie Jean" in ballet. By a guy. Alone. And no moonwalk?!)
And we had no idea that it was going to be so scandalous.
For shame, Heidi.
And what was with the blaring music near the end? Someone either really liked Blur's "Song 2" or they were just too deaf to notice how loud it was.
Speaking of "Song 2," I'm sorry but I don't think anyone should dance to that song. That song was made for people to jump and mosh to. Not for prancing around in your skivvies.
Other than that, not bad times.

After, we went to Denny's for dinner.
Not much happened:
A lot of talking and joking around.
And making fun of Eric.
Eric farts so much.
Like father like son.

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