Highs and Lows

The title says it all. The last couple of weeks have been really high, and really low. Let's start with the highs. Two Saturdays ago, me and my buddy Will hung out and went to the Chinatown Fair Video Arcade. We hadn't been to an arcade since we went to the Coney Island arcade for my birthday. The difference between the Chinatown arcade and the Coney Island arcade is the Chinatown arcade has old school video games like Ms. Pac- Man, Street Fighter, Tekken, and other games from the 80's and 90's. We had a fun time playing those classic games and I kicked Will's butt in the fighting games for the most of the day. Aside from the arcade being all the way in Chinatown, the only thing I didn't like about the Fair Video Arcade was the smell in the back. The back of the arcade smelled like feet and poop. Me and Will only stayed for two minutes in that area. The combination of the sweat coming from the kids playing those dance off games and the poopy/feet smell in the back was too much too take. Me and Will left the arcade a half an hour later. We were there at the arcade for a good two hours. Like I said, it was a fun time. It made me feel like a little kid in junior high again going to the arcade and filling the video game machines with quarters. After leaving the arcade, me and Will headed to Times square to Shake Shack. A month earlier, I told him how great the burgers and shakes are at Shake Shack when I went with one of my co-workers. Will wanted to believe the hype and go to the shack to try the burgers and shakes himself to see if I was indeed right. And I was! After waiting what seemed like hours on -line in the cold, we finally got into the restaurant and got our hands on those delicious burgers and shakes. Once Will tried his burger and peanut butter shake, he was hooked. His hands didn't leave his tray once. Neither did mine. I cleared all the food off the tray except the jelly donut ice cream that I brought home with me. Will believed the hype and said he would invite his family to Shake Shack one day. I was happy he enjoyed the food and didn't go back on-line in the cold for seconds. After the Shake Shack meal, we both headed home and rested our full bellies.

Another high occurred last week when my company held a holiday party after work. All of the employees were required to bring in gifts under $30. A couple of weeks before the event, I purchased a hula hoop hoping my crush at the job would somehow get it. The day started with most of the co-workers attending a three hour personality survey training. Later, we had a brief meeting and headed over to a bar/lounge for the holiday party. When I got there I was already dressed to impress. I was in my black suit and tie. I was looking good. I put my gift on the gift table and spent the night chatting with the co-workers, eating, and drinking. I tried to have some one-on-one time with my crush, but as usual, she kept running away from me as I tried to talk to her. I did however talk with her roommate whom she invited as a guest. I got some insight on why she behaves the way she does. Anyway, near the end of the night, everyone was given numbers to go up on stage and pick a gift. At any time a number after the previous number could steal a gift from that person. I was hoping my crush picked my gift or at least steal it from somebody if she got the chance. And that's exactly what happened. Two numbers before, a female co-worker picked up the hula hoop. As soon as my crush saw that hula hoop, she wanted it. And she wanted it bad. When it was her turn to go up, she stole the hula hoop from the other female co-worker. She ended up with the hula hoop without anyone stealing it from her. Just like I planned and imagined. I was so excited to see her playing with the hula hoop afterward and sharing it with the other co-workers. That made my night. It was fabulous!!!!!

And now to the lows. My job is starting to become more stressful and stressful. So many things to do in this position. I feel I should be getting paid more than I'm being paid right now. Also, I am getting tired of the late shift. Every four weeks I'm assigned to the late shift. I have no problem going to work late, but I hate leaving late at night when everybody is already home. It's frustrating. Another thing that's frustrating and depressing is my relationship with my crush, if you want to call it a relationship. I barely have the chance to talk to her. And when I do talk to her, she's always hurrying up to end the conversation or walk way. I really like her but I feel helpless in trying to develop some kind of friendship with her. I think I'm going to have to write a letter to her. It's the only way I can explain to her everything I'm feeling.