So it's been a while since I've updated this...I know I know I have no excuse even if this is like the 1st time I've had more than an hour on the computer all week. Well I would first like to inform all of you (two people who actually read this) that I have been unofficially promoted to team leader at Chick- Fil-A. I know hold your applause. I say unofficial because all of the candidates for the position are doing the work of team leader but only a few will actually become one. So wish me luck. I would also like to inform you that I am the new cow at the Chick-Fil-A events that we do (football games, promo events, parties, etc.) So next time you see that CFA cow kicking a field goal at the UT games it might just be me.
I got a car...I don't know if that has been mentioned previously but I did. It is a White 2001 Ford Escort. It's a trusty little car and while I didn't like it at first I've grown fond of it and I like zipping around town in it. It is white though which was probably my biggest problem at first. White in my opinion is a waste of a paint well it isn't even a color it is the absence of one. I know that white is the color of purity and all, which makes sense so i'm not dogging white, it's a nice...fake...color, Purity is the absence of evil therefore colors are evil and it makes sense that white would signify purity...that's probably why the amish wear white and black....cuz they think colors are evil...which is odd but no offense to them, not that they'd ever read this because of the whole no technology thing.
So it is 11 o clock and i'm pretty tired and I should go to bed before I get really tired so that I can't wake up for seminary tomorrow and then I am grounded from my little color deprived car. I'll just end with the story of my day yesterday. So I woke up at 6:30 to my mom screaming "BRIANNA YOU'RE LATE FOR WORK!" So then I sit up freaking out and I look at my clock to see just how late I am and I realize that I am not late. I was supposed to be to work at 7 am yesterday to don my Cow suit and go dance like a fool with little children who are somewhat afraid of me. Seeing as how it was only 6:30 i told my mom to stop screaming I still had 30 minutes to get there. To be fair I can see how she thought I was late, you see even though daylight savings time was last Sunday my clock still reads the time from before it ended. I do not change my clock to match the time changes of daylight savings time...I think it is a waste of two or three minutes (depending if the minute has just changed and I have to wait for the next minute to be as close to the time on my phone as possible) I alsp think it helps me to get up on time better, you see, I wake up at 5:45 every morning. So when I in fact hear my alarm clock go off and my clock says 6:45 I think I am late and I hurry, it is a way that I trick myself into being on time for seminary. Then of course when DST begins my clock is already where it is supposed to be just in time for summer when I lose all care of what time it is. Anyways so I leave for work in my gym shorts and my spiffy CFA shirt and I get there at 7. I end up having to wait for a bit and then we are off to The Cowboy Jesus Breakfast. I do not call it that in any disrespect to the Savior that is actually what the event was called. Anyway I helped set up our booth where we were handing out free breakfast chicken biscuit sandwiches and then I changed into the cow. I believe I'm much like superman. I walk into the bathroom a regular person and I come out completely transformed into someone that makes people happy (with a few exceptions that are afraid of me, i mean come on I am a GIANT COW after all you can't help but feel a little nervous) The cow suit, let me tell you, is probably my favorite position to be in for a few reasons. 1) I don't have to wear my uniform 2) I don't have to talk to people that make me mad 3) I get to act and dance like a fool and no one knows who I am (aside from the people I work with but in that case it's a good thing) So they had a live band there playing Christian country songs when the manager is like "Bree go out and dance with the little kids" So of course I do, this is a hard task seeing as how I am a giant cow and the shoes I have to wear are like wearing those swimming flippers where you can't walk heel to toe because they are so huge and you have to really life your knees to dance. I am clumsey enough without adding a huge cow head and flipper size cow "hoofs" luckily I made it through the event without falling on my face. I'm trying to acquire some of the pictures so as to be able to add them on here. You will know when I have succeded. Well thanks for tuning in to the whole story if you've made it this far. More Cow tales to come. ( I think i'm doing another event on Saturday) Keep it Real
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