Freaking popcorn

I don't want to go back to work now! Freaking stupid hour-long breaks when I've only been there for like, two and a half hours and then I have to go back and work another four and a half and it's just so slow and boring. And there's nothing to do. I'm bringing a book back with me. And my random sketchbook. For writing, because that's all I ever do in it anyway when I don't have reference pictures around to screw up. Weee.

[Aaand Edit, go! So... I got back to work and there was a mini-rush. And a lull. And at the end of the lull my register decided to break. Before we could fix it everyone started coming in, and all of the bags and cups and popcorn were at the other end of the concession stand and I had to run back and forth constantly and there was an actual line, because I guess it looked like it was going to rain. And people were getting impatient and started being mean to me, and I was about to tip over the popcorn popper and yell "I quit!" except I'm not that melodramatic, nor was I that mad. It just confuses me when people take things out like that on the poor concessionist who clearly has a lot of stuff on her hands right now, since you've seen her running around waiting on the last two customers. Grr, people. Grr. And then I almost ran out of popcorn and cups and... just about everything else. Not cool. Evil theatre.]