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Ah, drat Regal Cinemas. As if we didn't already have nothing to do behind the counter, they have invented a new and exciting way to bore everyone to death. We have now instituted a special inventory system in which every person at each register has a special amount of everything that they get for every set. Basically, it's ten of everything. We're not allowed to restock our drawers or anything without calling the manager first. It's insane! I ran out of large bags twice, forgot to give someone their quarter back (because I was entranced by the Where's George stamp on it). And then there is the stupidest thing of all about this new system: we're not allowed to make the nachos and pretzels in advance. We're not even allowed to cook the pretzels. Under normal conditions, the pretzels take about 12-14 minutes to make, at 400 degrees. We are supposed to cook them for about 6 minutes and then leave them in the pretzel machine until we need them, at which point we're supposed to finish cooking them. I think about 10 minutes would be a better number, because after the machine had cooled down all the way with the pretzels in it, it took me at least another 8 minutes to cook them for some poor people. At least they weren't late for their movie. This only adds to my distaste for the pretzel machine. It managed to burn my entire hand two days ago, but can it heat up and cook the freaking pretzels when I want them?? NO! No it can't! I think maybe I'll have to come up with a name for it too now. I already call the butter machine MacBeth.
I go so bored today in between sets (after all the movies start) that I made a tiny butterfly out of one of the twisty-ties that go on the pretzel bags. It's my friend now. I have a strange habit of having quasi-invisible friends. It dates back to when I was little and I named all the trees in my backyard. Poodoo (the cherry tree), Puckuck (the apple tree), and EggDip (the strange pear-shaped fruit bearing tree). EggDip was the one I blamed everything on, and I once claimed to have left him in South Carolina. Until something went wrong and I had to blame it on him again. I was a strange child.... but my parents encouraged it! Hehe, I remember doing "screen tests" in the basement when my dad was using the picture enlarger... it had huge lights that came on and illuminated the entire half of the basement, where I'd dance and such, "auditioning" for movie roles.
Hey, it's not even midnight yet. Sweet, maybe I can get to bed and actually get up in the morning tomorrow. I hate sleeping in until ten, and I have to start exercising soon. I got up this morning at 8:40, but I accidentally feel asleep and didn't get up again until 10:30 or something. Being up at 2 in the morning leaves you with a lot less to do than being up at 9, you know? I also hate only having seven hours before I have to go to work. I would've been home at 11 tonight, but the managers have started keeping everyone until 11:30. We had absolutely nothing to do for the last half hour at least.
Ah, curse it all, I'm off to find something to eat. Then I think I'll wash the popcorn smell off of me, and go to bed. Good night, internet.
I go so bored today in between sets (after all the movies start) that I made a tiny butterfly out of one of the twisty-ties that go on the pretzel bags. It's my friend now. I have a strange habit of having quasi-invisible friends. It dates back to when I was little and I named all the trees in my backyard. Poodoo (the cherry tree), Puckuck (the apple tree), and EggDip (the strange pear-shaped fruit bearing tree). EggDip was the one I blamed everything on, and I once claimed to have left him in South Carolina. Until something went wrong and I had to blame it on him again. I was a strange child.... but my parents encouraged it! Hehe, I remember doing "screen tests" in the basement when my dad was using the picture enlarger... it had huge lights that came on and illuminated the entire half of the basement, where I'd dance and such, "auditioning" for movie roles.
Hey, it's not even midnight yet. Sweet, maybe I can get to bed and actually get up in the morning tomorrow. I hate sleeping in until ten, and I have to start exercising soon. I got up this morning at 8:40, but I accidentally feel asleep and didn't get up again until 10:30 or something. Being up at 2 in the morning leaves you with a lot less to do than being up at 9, you know? I also hate only having seven hours before I have to go to work. I would've been home at 11 tonight, but the managers have started keeping everyone until 11:30. We had absolutely nothing to do for the last half hour at least.
Ah, curse it all, I'm off to find something to eat. Then I think I'll wash the popcorn smell off of me, and go to bed. Good night, internet.
