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Level up

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

Remember when I said that my supervisors thought I was crazy to keep working here? Turns out I misunderstood. They didn’t mean that it’d be crazy to want to keep working here. I’ll become crazy if I keep working here.

I probably should have picked up on that earlier. Whether it be from DJ’s frequent singing in falsetto or the Joker laugh occasionally emanating from the dairy cooler. Oh, well.

I showed up at work Friday and got into a uniform: tan polo and black apron like all the other level 1 employees at the Gr1lle. As I walked into the kitchen, Liz passed me, sporting a gray polo in her uniform, symbolizing her newly bestowed elevated rank. She stopped, stared at me and said, “Go talk to Sam.” I think, “Okay, boss lady.”

Sam’s the student manager at the Gr1lle. She’s really high up in the University Dining Services hierarchy while still being a student. I got to her office and after two minutes of conversation and shared confusion, she remembers that she forgot to tell me got promoted to “grey shirt”. In reality, I blathered for about forty-five seconds in flattered surprise, but I prefer to remember the moment like this.

crowning achievement unlocked

Thus a new age dawns.

In addition, leveling up unlocks new branches on my skill tree in addition to upgrading several old attributes. But there’s still some abilities I can’t do.

crossed scoops


Scooping rate is increased 17%.


NEW ABILITY Fryer oil can be filtered once nightly. Speed increases with experience.

access to secret areas

Security clearance

Access granted to top secret areas. Immune to security gnomes.



Stamina increases 13%. Double shifts no longer cause drowsiness.

Shake and a zam


“For here” orders are basketed 15% faster. “To go” orders are wrapped 12% faster.



Communication Log

Batman’s closet

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

I was elated to hear that I was accepted to be an Anatomy and Physiology (BIOL 301/302) Laboratory TA. I get the chance to dabble in some of the educating others that I’ve been thinking I’m so good at, I get some valuable leadership experience, and it provides much needed resume frosting.

The first meeting was the night before classes started. I was nervous to a degree that even I thought was unreasonable. Don’t ask me why. Regrettably , I visibly and audibly jumped when Brent pointed out the presence of Prof. De at the back of the room. Maybe it’s because I didn’t hear her come in or maybe it’s the caffeine-soaked, anguish-laden, Max Payne-esque tribulations I experienced last year as a direct result of her class. I know I shouldn’t be afraid of her. I no longer have reason to be, but it’s a reflex I guess.

My schedule also lends itself for me to be one of four lecture TAs as well. The professor asked us to stand as she called out our names. Awkward: She didn’t tell us to sit down. I ended up standing for like a minute like an idiot, failing to see that the other TAs behind me had sat down.

So I get to sit with my friends who are actually in this class as well as pretty much everybody else from the learning community last year. The most popular question seems to be what lab section I teach, but I can tell that’s merely a front for a prod at the possibility that I can throw some points their way. Trust me. I can already see that ruthless savagery that lurks in the heart of every Purdue Prepharmacy student. One that would use me for their benefit and discard me just as quickly, like a scintillation vial full of of oxidant or a plastic pipette. They stop only at what would alert the pharmacy admittance committee.

batman closet

I’m all settled into my room. The positions have been finalized, the closet, divided and my adhesive hooks are in place. I have one for my keys, one for my large circumaural headphones, two for my whiteboard, and two for my scooters.

But I ran out of hooks. I’m gonna need a few more if I want to give my closet the whole “Christian Bale’s wardrobe” treatment. Also, a cape.