A Call To Adventure

 My Very Boring Life Summed Up in a Three Page Essay 

So, when I was told that I had to write an essay about some sort of adventure I had over the weekend, to be honest, I was a little upset, especially when it stated in the instructions that I need to try to do something I have never done before. I kept asking myself the same question repeatedly, what have I not done before? What can I do this weekend that I have never done before? I could walk to the Mall of America and scream like a goat. I’ve never done that before. Or attempt to somersault around my whole entire neighborhood, that’d be new for me. But then I realized something: I work this weekend! I can’t attempt to do anything new! I’m going to be trapped at a pizza place, putting toppings on pies for a good chunk of the day. Well, I would’ve if that’s what my job was going to be that day.  

So, I work at Davanni’s and when you get there to start your shift, there’s a little sheet of paper attached to a clipboard that tells you what you’re going to be doing today. So, when I looked at said clipboard, I found out that I was going to be working up front. That means I’m working the register and taking people’s orders. My heart stopped. This was the part of the job that I’ve feared the most ever since I started working at Davanni’s. The dreaded register! But before you start saying, “Oh it’s not that bad! Working register is easy actually!” Listen, I’m a kind of a weird guy, okay? I love people, but I also hate them equally as I love them. Let me further explain through a dramatic retelling of my past. 

I used to work at an amusement park. Nickelodeon Universe at the Mall of America to be precise. I was a ride operator there, meaning I helped people on and off the rides, and well, operated them. I had to interact with seemingly hundreds of people every single day, scanning their wristbands to let them on the ride, answering questions and giving directions to where the green roller coaster was (1) It’s called the Pepsi Streak, 2) just follow the tracks until you find the entrance and 3) I was asked that thousands of times a day!). Some customers were your normal types of guests at an amusement park. They just wanted to have fun on the rides with their kids and not want to start any trouble. Too bad they didn’t all feel like that. A lot of the guests there were very rude and would argue with me at every turn. It was usually because they didn’t have enough points to go on the ride or their kids weren’t tall enough to go on the ride. I’m sorry ma’am! But do you want lil’ Timmy here to fly off and DIE?! 

So anyways people are the worst, and now I must deal with them in a restaurant of all places! I kept on worrying about all the different ways I was going to get yelled at that day, whether it was from an angry customer because I got their order wrong, or from my manager or co-workers because I was very incompetent at my job. It didn’t matter what I thought was going to happen, all I knew was that I was going to have the worst shift of my life. Except it wasn’t the worst shift of my life. It was quite simple.  

So long story short, working front wasn’t that bad. It was actually pretty easy for the most part. I just took orders, gave people their change and handed them their food. Boom. Simple as that. And the customers I had that day were all pretty chill and nice. Are they all going to be like that, no. There’s always going to be that one jerk who complains because he didn’t get as much sauce on his chicken wings as he would’ve liked. But all that mattered was that I survived my shift and that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. 

So that’s my “Call to Adventure”. Not really an adventure, I know, but it was something I had never done before so I just decided to write about that considering I didn’t end up doing something like wrestling a ravenous lion to the ground with nothing but my bare hands. But I’m not saying that I’ll never be able to do something like that.... Just kidding! I have long spindly noodle arms and I’d be eaten alive in mere seconds. Okay, I’ve rambled on long enough. Good night, everybody! This has been Isaac’s Very Boring Life Summed Up In A Three Page Essay!