Friday January 17th, 2014

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: overload.

I'm so done right now. I just finished working my first Friday night bowling alley shift, and I'm reasonably certain it'll be my last. That was way more work than one person should be expected to handle.

I consider myself extremely fortunate to have had such good-natured patrons, as well as a bartender from one of the local pubs in the building. He helped me out a lot, and in return I comped his games. For some reason he still insisted on tipping me for his drinks.

Anyway. I need to get to bed. I have to be back at the gym for my 9 to 5 shift tomorrow. Which is going to begin with all the cleaning up I didn't bother doing in the alley before coming home tonight.

Which is kind of nice, actually. If someone else was working tomorrow I would have felt the need to clean up after myself and then I'd have been lucky to get home before 1 am.

Mine:

All the signs are present now. Simple math requires a calculator, complicated math is greeted with expletives and nothing more. Any and all questions instantly result in first my face going blank, then my mind.

My system has hit critical overload, it's time to shut things d

2 Comments:

Greg said...

I suppose Friday's are the busiest day of the week, so I think I'm a little surprised that there was only you on. Still, it sounds like you got through it successfully, and that's definitely the bit of the challenge to win! And your friendly barman sounds like a godsend!
I completely sympathise with your prose today :)

Overload
"It's how they test bridges," said the skinny kid sitting in Sixticton's second bar. He had a piƱa colada in his hand and was slurring his words. "They drive lorries of known weights over them and note the lorry that makes it collapse. Then they rebuild it and open it to the public."

Marc said...

Greg - well, there had been only one booking in the calendar all week. Then the second group booked while I was on shift and I was silly enough to not call for backup, which was certainly an option. I just had no idea what I was getting into.

That's certainly... one way to build a bridge. This Sixticton of yours is quite the place :)