{"id":32,"date":"2004-09-13T16:46:11","date_gmt":"2004-09-13T23:46:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rustinjessen.com\/blog\/?p=35"},"modified":"2004-09-13T16:46:11","modified_gmt":"2004-09-13T23:46:11","slug":"two-dumb-moves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/two-dumb-moves\/","title":{"rendered":"Two dumb moves"},"content":{"rendered":"

I was reminded today that in a previous post<\/a>, near the end, I mention two embarassing experiences from that day. Both happened within 5 minutes of each other and showed my true colors of a complete idiot.<\/p>\n

The events you are about to read are real. The names of the involved parites have been changed to avoid further embarassment.<\/p>\n

Fact: Mr. X is the Vice President of Entertainment Operations
\nFact: Mr. Z is the President of the Disneyland Resort<\/p>\n

It was mid-day when I felt that usual pang of bordom\/hunger that spurs me to walk down the stairs and make the short walk to my local Cast commisary called the Eat Ticket. Most of the route was un-eventful and plain. Things changed just slightly when I got a little closer to the door. I heard footsteps behind me as I stepped up to grab the door handle. And what I’m about to tell you has no explination at all. Normally I would have stepped though the door and as a matter of instinct hold it open for anyone who might be behind me. For some reason on this day I skipped that bit of the routine. I let the door fly closed behind me and listened as it smacked the hand of the person directly to my rear. As I looked back I lost all the air that was left in my lungs when I recognized the person behind me as Mr Z. Yes thats right everyone, I slammed the door on the President of the Resort… Thats my boss’s, boss’s boss.<\/p>\n

Hoping to recover from the blunder I think I tried to form the words “I’m sorry” but all that registered in the audible spectrum was “flububububub”.<\/p>\n

Okay.. take a breathe and move on..<\/p>\n

So now I have my food. I’m standing in front of the cash register where the cashier takes customers from both sides of the register. So as you stand there you are facing the second line that is waiting to pay. I was looking down at the contents of my tray when I could just feel someone looking at me. I looked straight up to see Mr X smiling at me waiting for a friendly exchange. Being taken completely off guard by this I immediatly averted my eyes all the while being watched by Mr X. Why did I do this?!? I have no idea. Why didn’t I just say hello? Damn.<\/p>\n

Ok so I look up again, and he is still smiling at me and he said “hey Rustin”. …. and I drew a blank. I couldn’t remember his name.<\/strong><\/p>\n

“hi” I said as I walked to a small table where I sat in a small chair feeling very very small.<\/p>\n

so thats my idiot day.<\/p>\n

Till next time,
\nR.<\/p>\n

(note: Since this day I have encountered both Mr X and Mr Y with no jitter whatsoeer… I guess I was just having a bad day)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I was reminded today that in a previous post, near the end, I mention two embarassing experiences from that day. Both happened within 5 minutes of each other and showed my true colors of a complete idiot. The events you are about to read are real. The names of the involved parites have been changed … Continue reading Two dumb moves<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-my-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/rustinjessen.com\/old\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}