Carpet Losenges

[evilhippo]

This is what you get when I let two days go by without making entries... Ahh. And I let them go not because I'm lazy, but because I was doing things. Shocking, innit?

Well... tonight at work was actually fun! Our GM was actually hanging out, and she's a lot more laid-back than a few of the managers. Sense of humour and everything. At least when she hasn't been working for 24 hours straight installing ridiculous new computer systems so our jobs are even more stupidly easy. Yay. Plus the two people I was working with are both cool. But the actually-also-does-work kind of cool, which is very nice when you have to close. We got out at 11:18. That almost never happens anymore! We also got commended for cleaning things well. No one was sad or angry! Though it was AW's last night, which makes me sad. She's one of the cool ones. And now she's going off to college. We lost like... six or more people this week to colleges. Most of us are going to be back for holiday help, though... it should be fun to scare all the new kids. And they'll probably hate us, because most of us won't pay a whole lot of attention to them, and one or the other of us will think the other group doesn't know how to do their jobs. Plus there will be those barcode things... it will only end in tears.

So, guess what else I did today? It was totally out of character for me... I went shopping. We'll overlook the fact that I haven't been actual back-to-school clothes shopping in like... three years. It was about time. I'm pretty sure I spent over a hundred dollars. And I'm not done. I still haven't gotten jeans. Most of this problem, though, is that I needed actual preppy clothes this year so I could blend in as an English major because I'll have college-related functions to attend and possible interviews and things. Wee. I had to buy a skirt. You have no idea how odd that is. Or perhaps you do. But... dude. I own a skirt now. Actually, I've owned skirts since we performed Curtain Going Up, but I never wore any of them. I still can't believe I fit into that size 5 skirt that belonged to someone else... Kind of like the size 5 pants that belonged to someone else during Scav Hunt. Perhaps it's a once-ever-several-years thing that I must cram myself into someone else's size 5 clothing.

So... yesterday. Yesterday I worked from 11-6, got home, and about five minutes after I got in the door my sister asked me to take her to K-Mart. Take her to K-Mart apparently meant go to K-Mart, drop off her camera to get pictures developed, drive over to Caribou for coffee-related things, then drive over to New Middletown to pick up sketchyheart, drive back to K-Mart to pick up the pictures, then drive back to New Middletown and drop them off at a friend's house. And drop them off apparently meant hang out until 12:30 in the morning sorting Magic cards, hearing the most bizarre rumours/stories about people ever (my mind still can't conjure the required mental images), and watching the most... ummm... generally confusing David Bowie movie ever. It basically seemed to be about three different unrelated movies fused together. I actually found myself completely incapable of following the plot. That's scary.

Sigh... I know my sister's going to get back and take my computer away at the most inconvenient time now. But, it'll put an end to Skirtpants relating all his stupid computer problems to me... People complaining make me so mad anymore. I think it's because of all the complaining about the prices I endure at the theatre. And the general complaining about the theatre that people do. Like this lady who sent her three kids out to buy popcorn. Kids are not good at buying popcorn... so they left off a drink. Actually, they gave me a coupon for a free drink, and asked for three more drinks. So I said "the free drink, and three more, or just three drinks?" because there were only three of them, and kids make strange mistakes like that all the time. And they said "Just three drinks." Not willing to give up, I said "Three small drinks, one of them with this coupon?" They nodded, and I was satisfied. And were really slow at ordering, but eventually decided on a large popcorn. So I upsized one of the drinks to a medium, because that'd make it a combo and our combo percentages would be happy and I'd be a good employee or whatever. And didn't notice that they didn't have enough money until I'd already gotten everything. They weren't just a quarter short, either. It was several dollars. (I would've forgiven them the quarter, I had at least three laying around on the counter because people drop their change). So they ran back in the theatre and harassed their mother or whatever, and one of them stood around waiting. Then they got back with the money and I was like "Okay, that'll be $14.50, what did you want for the medium drink?" because the girl who had the medium drink had run off for the money. And she said Sprite, so I gave her Sprite. I went to take their money... and the one gave me this look like I was stupid and said "Where's the other small drink?" The way she said it, she probably could've been snapping her fingers at me, too, with her head tilted to the side and her hand on her hip. Whatever. And I was like "You only ordered three, what did you want for the other one?" They wanted a small Sprite. So I gave them their four drinks. And then they said, once again like I was the stupid one, that the medium drink was Pepsi. We are obligated, when someone requests Pepsi, to remind people that we only have Coke. I get the look again. And they tell me they want Dr Pepper. I remind them that we have Coke products only, and therefore have no Pepsi or Dr Pepper, but we do have Coke or Mr. Pibb. She tells me she wants Coke. So I give them Coke, and once again they notice that they are short, because they didn't freaking order the fourth drink the first time. I think it was at this point I realized that it would only end in tears. Because they ran back in the theatre again, and about a minute later their mother comes stomping out of the theatre and says "I ordered four small drinks and a large popcorn, what the hell is your problem out here?" By this point, I was actually mad. It took a lot not to snap back at her, but I don't think I was polite at all by responding "The total is $18.50. You only gave them $16." I got the "you're stupid" look again, and I was ready to throw things at them, but they paid and I gave them their change, and I hope I never see them again, ever. Or at least not the mother. I could see the kids again, they were sort of nice. Just... as long as they're not buying things. I mean... jeez people. Get a grip. Kids mess up orders. It is so not my fault. Neither are the prices. Or the sizes. Or the candy choices. Nor the temperature in the theatre, the focus of the picture, the sound, the lack of cupholders, the faulty video games and vending machines, the particularly sticky spot on the floor, or even the pop syrup stains on the floor in the back. Not me. You can complain about the popcorn to me. And the pretzels and nachos. I have some small amount of control over those. Heck, even the pop sometimes. Anything else? STFU. I don't want to hear it, I can't do anything about it. Oh, and don't ask me for change, I can't open my drawer back here, but there's a change machine down there at the end of the counter, unless you need ones, in which case you'll have to go out front to the box office. Yes, outside there. Where you bought your tickets. Yes, the number 2 combo costs $29.50. That's a ticket machine over there, not an ATM. Please quit tapping that with your finger just because it says "tap here," it's for credit cards and it's not hooked up yet. Yes, this is a medium. Yes, we have longer straws for that. Yes, you can have more butter on that; no, it's not extra. Free refills all around; drink up, the world's about to end. Last orders. And I was trying not to kill your friendslist before I went on this rant, honest.

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[sketchyheart.livejournal.com]

*giant glomp* ^_____^
Those people don't understand that you're a ninja. One day, you're just going to flip out and kill them all. Why don't poeple understand? WHY? *mourns very briefly for them. very very briefly.*

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

The real question is whether people suspect theatre employees more or less than the Geek Squad, as far as ninjaness goes. Geek -> ninja? Floorstaff -> ninja? I'd say that it's not a general rule that we're ninjas like the Geek Squad, but there are more ninjas than just me. And they are more prone to flipping out. ^_^