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Are You Employed, Sir?

Well, I got a job. Far from perfect, but I'm employed.
I'm working in the Cavs team shop at the Q...which is cool. It's majorly part time, so I'm still looking into other things whenever I can.
The story here lies in my first day. I found out I got the job on Friday and was starting Monday...in the team shop...on the day of a home game. That is to say that I was being tossed into the proverbial fire despite zero retail experience whatsoever (but at least I didn't lie about that in the interview, so I got that going for me).
Not as intimidating as I'm making it out to be, but one could understand that it was a slightly tense drive downtown.
Anyway, I got to the shop a little before 5:00 and was a little confused with the way things were going, but I got ushered through it all and made sense of what was going on. I was to be the guy in the Witness section; basically I'd just help people get stuff in that section and that was it.
Well, the store doesn't open until the gates for the game open - at 5:30. Some time around 5:20 I was dilly-dallying and spinning a Cavaliers basketball on my finger.
It caught a few eyes.
So I received direction to be the greeter. My section was now gone. I am the doorman. My job consisted of saying hello to everyone who entered and appearing happy, social, and basketball-y (which I did by, again, spinning a ball on my finger).
Long story short, I spun a ball on my finger for like 3 hours. That was my job. It was awesome.
There's a down-side though. It gets crowded in there. I will invariably see someone I know: two sets of people came through who I recognized. The problem was that the place was busy enough that I couldn't take the time to properly chat them up while doing my job. It was heartbreaking.
All I wanna do is talk to people, but I don't have the time to talk for more than 10-15 seconds with these people...it tears at my heart.
Oh well, such is the trade-off for a (fairly small, but nevertheless existent) paycheck.

Also, I saw two of the largest human beings on record. Two guys, not together, were roughly this size, maybe bigger.
Good times. And bonus points because it seemed like everyone I work with was very nice - and they laugh at my jokes...and definitely not just because I'm the new guy and they want me to feel welcome.
Smiles on faces. That's all I'm looking for.

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