Yesterday I grabbed Starbucks on my way out of work and had a magical moment when Jenny at Trolley Car loved my shirt so much that she wrote Toothless on my cup. #ineedtolearntosmilelikeanormalpersonthough (at The Trolley Car Café)

so I am now officially gangster trained at GMR

themetaphorgirl:

oh my god. I have not breathed in days.

I trained on Saturday morning and passed my assessment that afternoon. Then on Sunday and today I got up to go to work for my tour guide shift, only to get phone calls telling me I was pulled to gangster. This means full costume change, different makeup, wearing contacts, the whole shebang. (I don’t like doing gangster with glasses because OH MY GOD THE SMOKE IN ANUBIS I cannot see a thing.)

And then being in gangster means doing a bunch of shows in a row; I’ve been doing between 5-7. Which doesn’t sound like much, because I’m only on the vehicle for 8 minutes. But that means performing the hijacking scene, running up and down stairs in heels while shooting a gun, jumping on the vehicle and driving/performing through western and Alien and Raiders, doing the Anubis scene which requires running up more stairs, and then immediately unloading/reloading my gun and DOING IT ALL OVER AGAIN. For like SEVEN TIMES IN A ROW. 

Like it’s so much fun, but also I’ve been falling asleep at 8pm every night. I have muscles that I didn’t know existed that hate me right now. My right arm (and only my right arm) is going to get super buff from hoisting my firearm and cocking the hammer. 

Also heels. Running up and down stairs in heels. While wearing a wool costume that doesn’t breathe.

I kind of want to get pulled again tomorrow just because gangster really is that fun, but I also want to stay in tour guide because it really is that exhausting.

and on a related note, I’ve been collecting nicknames. So far I’m:

Mugsi Toccata

alias Babyhands O’Brien

alias Tater Tits McGee

alias Dooneese DeNiro

I love my job.

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these are mostly all things I currently love, with some longterm loves tossed in!

favorite song: “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon

favorite word: lyrical

favorite OTP: Klaine, Yohna, Hiccstrid, Stalka

favorite thing to do: make my cat love me

favorite quote: “Taking one’s chances is like taking a bath, because sometimes you end up comfortable and warm, and sometimes there is something terrible lurking that you don’t see until it’s too late, and all you can do is scream and cling to a plastic duck.”

(that was my senior quote)

favorite accent: Irish

favorite book: Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

favorite sound: rain on a roof

favorite smell: dryer sheets

ask me more favorites!!