Work and cookies

I have just now discovered the joy of the refrigerated Nestle Toll House cookie dough. The kind that is flat ya know? You don't have to bake it all at once. You can break off 1 or 2 squares at a time and save the rest. The dough lasts for months! Yes I know I must live in a cave. But I have never noticed this stuff before. It takes about 6 minutes for the oven to preheat and then 11 minutes to make the cookies. So...if you only bake 2 cookies, chances are you will not want to wait another 11 minutes for more. This lowers the chances of a marathon 10 cookie binge. Plus you can enjoy them hot from the oven. Wonderful!

So I am in Day 2 of my recovery from this past weekend. Opening weekend of Fear Fest. All in all it went pretty well. Saturday was a bit much. I clocked in at 1:30pm and clocked out at 12:40am! What a long ass day. And I wasn't happy for most of it. Mike really needs to figure out how breaks work. We are entitled to have breaks! Especially doing this kind of "work". We opened at 3 and I did not get my first break until my 30 minute dinner break at 7pm. By that time I was miserable. And I had a killer headache. But everything was new...it was our first "real" night. I didn't know alot about how things worked. Anyway, I walked over to Oscar's (the employee cafeteria) and had myself a slice of LaRosa's cheese pizza. I really felt like shit. That damn latex mask was soooooo hot, I was sweating and my hair was falling down in my eyes. Did I mention I had a killer headache? I got another break around 10pm.

Now let me tell you about our breakroom. It is a storage room within the warehouse that holds our maze. It is dark in there. Very dark. The only light we have is green. There is ONE...I repeat ONE chair. We do have a big rubbermaid container full of ice water. And cups. But no garbage can. Mike has promised to get us more chairs and a garbage can. The chair we do have is quite comfy. If you are lucky enough to grab it. On Saturday night, I was not. So I curled up on the wooden stairs going up to the upper storage area. Not comfortable (or quiet) by any standard, but I could have fallen asleep.

After it was over and we were walking back to get out of costume, exhaustion hit me. My entire body ached. After my half hour drive home, I could barely walk when I got out of the car. Am I that fucking old? Sunday morning I awoke to more aches and stiffness. And bruises. My stomach is covered with them from falling down at people from my box. I have bruises on my right forearm, the heel of my left hand and a cut on my right wrist. Good lord. For only $8 an hour. And I thought this would be fun.

Sunday was a bit better. Shorter night. In at 1:30pm and out at 10:40pm. Plus, I bought a headband (the terrycloth, workout kind) to keep my sweaty hair out of my face. I also did not wear the sweaty skeleton gloves. I think I will get some glow-in-the-dark nail polish instead. I had more fun Sunday night. I was more in the groove. I got my lunch break at 5pm and a 15 minute break around 8pm. I asked Mike when my next 15 minute break would be and he said, "You only get one on Sunday cuz it's a short day." Uhhhh....no I don't think so. Let's look up labour laws. An 8 hour day you should have 1 30 and 2 15 minute. And Saturdays are 11 hour days so we should probably have 3 15 minute breaks. I told him I cannot work doubles anymore if I don't get adequate breaks. Saturday night I seriously thought I was going to pass out and/or vomit from being so hot. He said it's no big deal to take quick water and air breaks. Fine. I will. So Sunday was ok.

But man am I glad to have 5 days off now! I am still a bit stiff and sore, but I am loosening up. I think it will get better. I do so enjoy scaring people. My shrink said maybe I should consider a "career change" to something in the entertainment industry since I love performing. Sure. But we live in Cincinnati. Not exactly the Hollywood of the midwest. I enjoy performing, but I also enjoy some behind the scenes stuff. Like make-up. And I am pretty good at make-up. Check out my Halloween costume in 1999 HERE. Nothing spectacular...but not bad. And better than some of the work I have seen done lately at Fear Fest. Oh well.

Friday I filled out an application at Target. I have no idea why. I was there and I thought I wanted a part-time job. But I guess I really don't. Someone called me for an interview. I have not called them back, I don't think I want to work yet. I want the extra money, but I don't want to work.