There are a few low key spots for peace and solitude. My crappy ipod camera doesn't do these places justice.
Left) There's a picnic area where no one really goes to. It has a bunch of tables. But hidden in the corner is a hill with a giant tree on top and a bench. A lot of rabbits roam free there. Right) Behind the photo booth where I work is an abandon ride from the late 70's. I usually eat lunch there.


This is what I do all day. People show up with photo tickets. I scan them, and preview their photos. There isn't a board that display the prices or anything, so we tend to make deals in order to sell. I know, super shady. We're supposed to charge 1 print for 20 bucks, or 4 prints for $25. People usually pass on those prices, so we have to read their elasticity to determine the best value. Stereotyping helps. White men rarely buy. I guess they aren't very sentimental, demographically speaking. Couples and moms on the other hand make the most purchases, in my experience.

My co-worker's name is Andie. She's a proud goth and furry, and mentions the phrase "my boyfriend..." at least 30 times a day. She complains a lot. I mean A LOT. This sucks. That sucks. This person is an asshole. That girl dresses slutty. My boyfriend did this. My boyfriend did that. Very self unaware at times, to say the least. BUT I've grown very fond of her, and consider her to be a good friend. I've never met her boyfriend, but I feel like I know him better than he knows himself.

I also worked with another girl name Myra. She's Ukrainian. Just by looking at her, you wouldn't expect much. She looks like she could play a daughter role in 7th Heaven. Petite. Blonde. Innocent Bambi eyes. The truth is- that bitch is crazy. She does SO much drugs and parties like she has a kidney transplant appointment the next day, and curses like a god damn fucking sailor. We had an interesting discussion about drugs and the corrupt Ukrainian government and food. I'll miss that nut-bag. It's very depressing to think about how I'll never ever see her ever again, since her work visa expired and she moved back to Ukraine.

Highlights:
Riding the cart like a skateboard down a hill with Matt.
Free drinks from the Soda Shack. (I know my priorities.)
Working at Tatsu with Richard that one time.
Drawing all day.

Let it go:
Some cunt screaming into my ear after I worked a long shift. YOUTHS!
The heat. The walking.
Annoying supervisor name Taris; or should I say "Terrorist", since he's always terrorizing me.
"Flagging"/ Spinning the sign.

I'm actually surprised at how much I liked working there. It's funny because I remember almost quitting after being there for only 2 weeks.