#10,000

Work this past week was insane, which of course complimented nicely with my bozo school week as well. Oh, the joy. Friday I stayed until 10:30 helping to find over 40 lost tests, which were "lost" because the scanner was messing up, so everything had to be entered by hand, so the supervisors had to deal with people plopping dozens of tests down together... some fell through the cracks of being scanned in. But we found them all, do not fret. Testing Center employees are born tough.

Saturday was even more interesting. I arrived late (... oops), but when I arrived, both the scanner AND the printer were not working, so in addition to the supervisors having to enter everything by hand, so did the test-hander-outers. Do you know how slow this is? And chaotic. And of course the lines were like 20,000 people long. We were going through 3-4 people like every 2 minutes or something (usually I can wip them babies out pretty fast).

And then, he came. I actually remembered him as we walked up to my desk. He was wearing a gray shirt with some design in red, green, and white (I remember thinking, Viva Italia? sortof) and plaid gray shorts. He also had rosy cheeks. I think I have a special magnetic field that pulls rosy-cheeked people (hmm... or maybe just boy ones?) into my life. It's weird.

I usually check my test count all the time when I am bored. And it even flashes up on the screen when you reach a new hundred number. But I didn't see it flash "10,000" at me until rosy-cheek man was already in the testing room, because of the chaos. I bet he'd have liked to know he made my day. 10,000 is a big number.