And as far as the nature of the work, well...I waved people into spots with a flashlight that had a neon cone attatchment. I had a walkie talkie which I occasionally made jokes on. Was usually just a mindless middleman, my lightsaber moving robotically in a 90 degree angle.
The bad part wasn't the heros I worked with or the mindlessness of the work, it was the heckler jock bastards. They'd always have some line, "Do you get paid to do that?" and before I could give em some kind of snappy one liner they were gone. What I shoulda said is their license plate number out loud. That would've given them the willies in some way, shape or form.
I could put up with this. Had no choice. The free admission to the park helped a bit. Waking up, smoking a bowl on a day off, and going on the bestest rides over and over again.
I remember walking home from getting this job and finding a box of kittens, which Mr. William Morlan and I found homes for. But that is another story for another day friends, another story for another day...
*= I have a lot of good nerd friends. Nerds can be good people. But these nerds sucked.
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