first of all, this is my third back to school working for officemax. every single summer, we hire a plethora of new people that come in and basically annoy the HELL out of us for a month and a half until the Season is over and they go back to school. this year, however, i think we hit the freaking GOLD MINE of new people. i love every single one of them. they're all fun, witty, sweet, and fast learners. i sort of wish that i could trade one or two of the long-term people for abby and ken (who will be leaving for school in a month), and am happy that Hai is staying on after it's over. in all of the temporary workers hired for BTS or Christmas, i've always at LEAST found 2 or 3 of them that i wanted to strangle, and i would like to believe i can get along with just about anyone. okay, maybe only 1 or 2.
aaaaaaaaaaaaanyhoo. Abby and i were stuck up front cashiering together yesterday, although we were DEAD. (i've never seen it this slow during BTS, generally we're getting spanked with a wooden plank at this point and everyone's in tears. i blame officedepot for opening up nearby and sending out all those fabulous coupons. you jerks.) she yells across the terminals (we're at opposite ends)..
abby: "oh, i had forgotten to tell you, the manager at quiznos was asking about you."
aubrey: "..... QUIZNOS?"
abby: "yeah. i didn't catch his name, but he was telling everyone what to do, so he must have been a supervisor. he asked how you were and said he hadn't seen you in awhile."
aubrey: "..... QUIZNOS? what did he look like?"
abby: "mid twenties.. short... average looking."
aubrey: "..... QUIZNOS? i... haven't eaten there in over six months."
abby: "well, you must have made one hell of an impression, then. he was sad you hadn't been in."
aubrey: "um... when i DID go there, it was sporadically and i never talked to anyone, other than to order my sammich, tell them yes, i wanted a drink, inhale my lunch, and race back. i never talked to anyone other than that."
abby: "huh. you should start eating at Quiznos again."
in saying this to coworkers, i came across another one, Deb, who had experienced the same thing, first when she called in an order a month or so ago, whomever answered the phone asked "is this Aubrey?".. and another time she went in, a guy in his mid twenties said that he hadn't seen me in awhile and that he was hoping i would start coming back.
what the hell. i'm creeped out in a curious way. although i no longer eat bread, i should swing by and see if they do have something on their menu that i can digest, and see if i can find this mystery man.
it isn't one of you, is it?