More adventures in the Life of David

At Best Buy on Saturday, we had a huge truck come it. Of course, this is the day we are supposed to have our smallest. Just my luck, eh? We are asked if we can come in at 5 in the morning instead of 6. Okay, I have bills to pay, I would have to leave at 9 anyway to go to my new job's orientation. I woke up at 4 to go to work at 5 and put up televisions for four hours. Yay me. Even with about 25 minutes snuggling up with Christina at home and changing before going to Famous Dave's for orientation, I was still kinda sleepy. I did get a great parking spot, though, right next to what I thought was a manager's car. It was a silver, brand new Mercedes-Benz 4-door. Very spiffy. Going inside, we all got mug shots taken for the corporate trainers (when they come on the 21st) and helped ourselves to some pop or coffee (ahhhhh, caffeine!). I was actually surprised to see that one of the waiters was a Best Buy Survivor named Bill who used to work in Home Theater. We ended up at the same table, and got to catch up. After many introductions and made up words (Ribalicious, Snoutstanding, Stick-to-it-ivity, and more, I am sure) we were broken up into three groups and we had to make up a cheer with choreography to promote the restaurant. Ours was the worst, we were barely in time with one another, and we stood stock-still. No biggie to me, I was never one for cheering. Since I knew the menu, they had me try to name off all of the items during a pause in the "cheer" but nobody stopped at the same time for me to spout stuff off. Ah well. The restaurant actually looks pretty nice to me. The smoking section is cramped and the bar is about 5 or 6 seals long, but the non-smoking section is roomy and well laid out. The kitchens are huge, with only a little bit of tightness around the initial prep area. My favorite feature, however, is the fact that the towel dispensers in the bathrooms (well, the Men's Room at least) is motion sensitive! You wash your hands as normal, then simply put your hand in front of the dispenser and, voila! towel in your hands. Simply tear, use, and discard. Three hours of the orientation and about four hundred speeches later, we are released into the wild once more. The owner of the Benz is none other than one of my fellow trainees. Another server. Not a manager, not an owner, but a server. Damn, why do they need tips? Anyway, at work on Saturday, Art (remember, the Almighty Slapnut?) told us -- not asking this time -- that we were coming in at 5 once more on Sunday to set up the ad due to a meeting we were having. We grumbled, and groaned, but did it regardless. It really wasn't that bad. I mean, hell, we got free donuts (I actually had a bagel) and since we were here early, we set aside some office chairs to sit in instead of having to sit on the floor. I just have a little more Japanese class for the next week, then I am done with Japanese till the fall. Ganbaru ZO!