Simple Pleasures
The other day at work I hit the no man's land of 3:30pm. You know the time frame I'm talking about. Deciding I needed a bit of a boost, I headed to the trusty vending machine for a little pep talk from my best friend-potato chips. I put my money in, pushed the appropriate buttons and dutifully waited for my food to drop. For a split second I had vending machine anxiety. You know, when you flash back to that one time the thing you ordered didn't dispense? My chips came though, and then, a split second later, a second packet fell.
Put a spring in my step for the rest of the day.
And I don't care what anyone says, free food ALWAYS tastes better.
Put a spring in my step for the rest of the day.
And I don't care what anyone says, free food ALWAYS tastes better.
posted by I Am Man I Am You. at 6:37 PM
11 Comments:
I have the same anxiety with ATM's...
The vending machine in the guard room in Townsville was one of those ones that held the chip packets and stuff from the top, so if you shook it hard enough, the food would all drop out, giving you hours of free food eating fun...sadly, the vending machine guy took it away after 6 months of huge losses and installed one of the 'bags separated buy a metal ring inbetween each one' types, which was hardly fair...we were serving our country after all, at least we could get a free snickers from time to time?!
I was a bartender at the Slapabout, sorry Walkabout, in Shepherds Bush in London and if you shook the cigarette machine enough pound coins would drop out. Nothing more satisfying, especially when the exchange rate was up and each coin was worth $3.30.
It almost made serving drunk dickheads worth it.
Its funny how when you work in a pub, people become drunken dickheads, but when drinking, nothing you do can be constituted as dumb!
I know personally I have always been the model of decorum when partaking in some beverages...unlike some, I see no humour in removing my clothes or acting in a rambunctious manner
I had to leave that job, after 2 years I became a very agressive bartender. A South African guy even told me so, which was a bit worrying. I can honestly say I have never seen people behave quite like that in bars here. I think I will have to write a whole blog about it.
What we really need to know though, is your choice of chip IAMIAMY? I would have you pegged as a Salt & Vinegar man myself, a bit like old school rock 'n' roll?
I've never worked behind a bar, but I worked in them for a long time. It was always the same boring, neanderthalic, generally stupid routine, night after night. People and alcohol shouldn't mix.
As for the chips, I'm sorry to tell you LaLa that I've never been a salt and vinegar man. At this point in time, light and tangy really blows my skirt up.
The worst places I have ever drunk in were various bars in Townsville. Military town + alcohol + average IQ of 57 = bad times. Until I lived there I was a pretty relaxed type of guy, since then, whenever I am out I am keeping one eye open waiting for someone to try and break a pool cue over my head or something.
I once had the "pleasure" of trying to wake up a lovely young lady who had passed out while in the middle of changing her.. um.. well you know.
I left that one off the resume.
Mmmm...classy sounding girl.
If you were to put that in a resume it would read...
"As well as barwork and cigarette machine maintenance, I often took it upon myself to provide an extra level of customer service to clients that needed it the most."
or something like that
When I read this entry I was in the 2.30pm 'zone' at my desk, and feeling very slumped indeed.
That is, until I read your story and obtained a vicarious energy lift from your win.
IAMIAY, I owe you one (bag of chips).
Always a pleasure oj.
Think Townsville is scary? Try walking through its pub district in a Dinner suit and Bow tie on a Friday night. That is seriously scary. Somewhat stupid too I would say. But I did it and survived. Not many people can say that!
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