The Super Shake Question

Song: Ode to Sleep...Twenty-One Pilots

This band, I like it. Even though I broke the pattern of lyrics as title.

My favorite thing about working at Potbelly is what I call the "super shake question."

We have to ask three questions at the first station in Potbelly:
1) Would you like a Big or Original size?
2) Would you like that on Regular White or Multigrain Wheat bread?
3) Would you like any soup or shakes with that today?

WOAH. HOLD THE PHONE. Say the last one aloud.

Customers be like,

 "...bitch did you say super shakes?"

I shit you not, one guy was in the process of telling me no before I even finished the question until he heard the "super shake" part. His eyes got wide and he said to me,

"What's a super shake?"

I politely replied, like the good, upselling Potbelly employee that I am,

"Well, all of our shakes are super! But they're made just the same as they always are."

Him, almost relieved (?): "Ooh, okay. I thought y'all got some new somethin'."

This is the most memorable, but by no means, the only experience like this that I have had with the super shake question. People get so shocked by the possible existence of shakes that are super. It's really funny to watch. On days that I don't feel like dealing with people, I've learned to modify the question and ask if they'd  "like any shakes or soup with that today." On other days, I say it with as little separation between words as possible so I can watch their reations.

"DID SHE JUST SAY SUPERSHAKE?"

YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS.

FUCKLE YOUR SEATBELTS (thanks Jake), THESE SHAKES ARE...

O.O SUPER.

And Now I Just Sit In Silence

Song: Car Radio...Twenty-One Pilots

This is a really good song and maybe I'll make a post about it on the music blog one day. Or maybe I'm just done with that blog altogether. And my writing blog. Probs just done with both, yeh.

Anyway, I'd like to dedicate this post to my boyfriend, in all his linguistic and cinematic glory.

EVERYBODY WHO LIKES MOVIES AND READING THINGS THAT ARE WRITTEN WELL, GO TO JAKE'S BLOG : 

www.jakewatchesmovies.blogspot.com

This blog is already off to a great start, and its author is pretty much the coolest cat on the face of the planet, so...

Check it out!

I might be posting inappropriately soon after this, so I apologize. But I wanted to give a full post to this. 

Unplugged

Song: The Final (Unplugged)...Dir en Grey

I AM COMPLETELY HEALTHY AND PROPERLY FUNCTIONING.

That phrase has been on repeat in my head since last night. I went to sleep saying it, and right when I woke up I was saying it. Over and over. This is the energy I want to attract. I started listening to the Silva Method last night and got pretty into it. 

I am completely healthy and properly functioning. 

This weekend is going to be the dank danks. I'm gonna make it the dank danks with the help of my wunderbar boyfriend and the fact that my whole family is going to Tennessee until Sunday. It would have been pretty the dank danks if we could have gone like originally planned, but I'm trying not to think about that because I really want to attract positive energy.  

I am completely healthy and properly functioning, and this weekend is going to be the dank danks. 

In other news, Zeus peed on the kitchen floor. We know it was Zeus because of the quantity, which was something akin to the quantity of water in a lake. Sometimes I think about taking those dog shaming pictures. You know, the ones with the dog perp and a notecard in front of him/her saying what he/she did. Like this:

 

Yeah, so I sometimes want to take those of Zeus, but then his face is too derpy and I decide no one would take him seriously. As in, no one would understand the full effect his deeply-seeded evil (manifested in urine) has on...the world. 

I am completely healthy and properly functioning.

I am completely healthy and properly functioning.

I am completely healthy and properly functioning.

I am completely healthy and properly functioning. 

Rinkaku

Song: Rinkaku...Dir En Grey

UNF.

A lot has gone down since the last time I posted. After that post, the ex-ginger decided not to have any contact with me for my entire trip home, and some other bullshit after that that I really don't feel is necessary to get into. For the first time in that 2.5 year relationship, I stepped up and took some control. We're no longer together and I've been with someone who treats me so well (probably better than I deserve) for a few months. It's going great. To have a boyfriend that also cares about being your best friend? More than I thought was ever even possible.

Other than that, I decided to NOT go to OCC to finish my associates because fuck general education courses and degrees that don't guarantee jobs. I went to Specs Howard, a school for media arts, and a few days before enrolling, decided out of nowhere that massage school was a much better idea. I've been there since the beginning of February, and that's also going great.

Recently, I got a job at Potbelly Sandwich Works. I can't express the relief I felt getting that job, and the nerves I feel now that I'm training. I can tell this place is run really, really well. It's a great atmosphere, and most importantly ERMAHGERD the food is good. The nerves come from me expecting myself to be perfect at everything even on my first day doing it, so I'm sure I'll get over it. There's a lot to learn, but I know I can do it.

Littler things include finishing Mockingjay (jesus), getting back into Skyrim, and...yer mom.

Just a little update on my life.

Going to get pizza before SS Addie.

PEACE MUH FUHZ

Who Will Tell The Story Of Your Life?

song: In the End...Black Veil Brides

I really like this music.

So it's only three more days until I leave this place. Good riddance, Flagler, and all that you entail.

I don't really know what else to write about, but writing is a muscle that must be musclesized. Muskle.

I slept in until 12:30 today while everyone else was out taking finals. It was pretty great. Now I have to get up the energy to keep packing. My clothes and stuff are pretty much done, I just have this monstrosity of a desk to worry about now.

Me, too, cat. Me, too.

Just in case any of you are roommaatteess with anyone anytime soon, DON'T SING ALL THE TIME. It will make your roommaattee(ss) like you more and hold on to sanity for a longer period of time. 

You're On Thin F@#*ing Ice, My Friend

MY PLANE JUST GOT DELAYED. AGAIN. 

I woke up at 5 AM this morning and drove over two hours to this stupid airport. After arriving at the parking lot that was completely vacant and blocked off, the one to which my mother paid money for my reserved spot, and finding another one where i spent almost all my remaining dollars to park instead, I find out my plane is delayed two hours. So I'm sitting here, stumbleupon-ing (stumble-ing upon?) and waiting patiently for my time to come. By "patiently," I probably mean something more like "silently seething with the intensity of 50 thousand great white sharks deprived of blood." Then, about ten minutes ago, the lady's like, "Heyyyy erryboddydyyyy I'm going to act all happy to make this sound better, but yeah, there's fog in the D so you're gonna have to wait til 1:30 now."

I picked that one because of the nostrils. And the impressive accuracy to my actual face right now.

So Thank God We're Bright, Said The Lantern's Brother

song: Bright Lanterns...The Tallest Man on Earth

I just got back from Sarasota. I spent the weekend with Alex. It was good while it lasted, for the most part, but it didn't last long. Nothing does, save the routine of every day and the inability to be satisfied with life in general.

I just want to cry. More than that, I'd like to sleep. But then, you always have to wake up.

I'm sick of crying, but I can't stop myself. So instead I go complain about it online.

To showcase my strength.