I Shake My Fist at Fruit

You know, after 'movies' and 'overpriced popcorn' the thing that people expect from a theater is air conditioning. It's been that way since the beginning of time. However, Carmike is so cheap they won't replace our AC unit that broke down even before I left last August. Wow. It was so stifling I wanted to die. Then Dave did something wrong with the order of the kernels and oil and everything burned and the lobby smelled bad and we lost the fans on ourselves for awhile since we had to move them to blow all the smoke out the door. They claim that a repair guy is coming within the next two weeks but I think we're all going to succumb to heat exhaustion before then. Lucky me gets to work again tonight.

I noticed that there is about a two to one ratio of guys to girls working there now. Not complaining, mind you - I actually like (and not just tolerate) two of my three female coworkers. I met this new girl a couple days back who had to wait three and a half weeks before she could start working because they kept delaying her approval. Her landlord has nine dogs and owns 97% of all of the Dominoes in the state. I wonder how sweet of a discount they get.

Ugh, I just realized that both her and Steph the manager are almost ten years older than I am. Why am I so incapable of making female friends my own age?

The OAS has been smacking me around lately. It's been particularly irritating since it's in tandem with my raging pollen allergies, which haven't subsided yet. Also, I'm a dumb fool and I instigate it by deliberately eating the fresh fruit in question and then rolling around in an itchy histamine manner and crying out "why me!". The first time wasn't really my fault. They had peaches available as the hand fruit in the dining commons, and it has been literally years since I've eaten a raw peach. I figure, yay, peaches, why not? Literally moments after I chew the little stringy bits off the pit, I get the feeling. And I know what's to come. What followed was the worst OAS attack I think I ever had in my life. I must have sneezed a dozen times while trying to get down to my dorm room. When I wasn't sneezing, I had that pre-sneeze look on my face which is not the most attractive thing in the world, believe it or not. By the time I unlocked my door I could barely see so finding a little thing of Benedryl in the pounds of medication I have (and rarely use) was a trial.

The second time was just me being stupid. They had an entire tray of cherries out, and I allowed my love of fruit to supercede my fear of an instant and violent reaction. The inevitable happened, and although not as bad as the peach, lasted longer because I don't have any Benedryl left.

OAS, you fiend!

I liked those memory devices so much I'll put another one up.

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