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FUCK everything!
10 years ago
Hey everyone down there, listen up! Midnight's got a message for you.
oh my FUCKING god today at work was HORRIBLE. ALMOST as bad as fucking father's day
fuck Star Wars, fuck impatient people, fuck overreacting people, fuck scheduling new hires on A DAY WE KNOW WILL BE FUCKING HELL, fuck just...EUGH lemme start at the beginning.
For those that don't know, the only two things you gotta know:
1) I work at a movie theater
2) I am the best Usher at said theater (basically cleaning theaters, and checking them to make sure they work ok. but ALSO anything else you are needed for, like ripping tickets.)
So I wasn't scheduled to work today, BUT since it was Star Wars opening night, my manager texted me asking me to come in.
being the nice, loyal employee I am, I, as always, say yes.
...I probably fucking shouldn't have.
I get into work, and find out that apparently I'm training someone who has NEVER USHERED BEFORE on FUCKING STAR WARS PREMIER NIGHT. Again, I have to teach someone how to do the job that does their own thing PLUS A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING ELSE in the middle of STAR WARS PREMIER NIGHT
I couldn't get half my shit done cuz I had to spend time teaching it to her (which, thankfully, she picked things up fast despite me rushing to try and keep up.)
at one point I was ticket ripping, and obviously considering it is BUSY AS FUCK, and there is A LOT GOING ON. PAINFULLY obvious to anyone we are drowning in people atm, obviously I'm gonna be a bit rushing.
and apparently cuz I FUCKING HELD MY HAND OUT TO SOMEONE SO I CAN SEE THEIR TICKET TO DIRECT THEM TO THEIR THEATER I was "trying to take it from them" and they complained to the manager, though I didnt know at the time that I had annoyed him. later on he came in my general direction, so AS USUAL like I do with everyone I ask if I can help them.
but apparently cuz of adrenaline and being so energized and trying to do a million things at once I said it in a SLIGHTLY LESS THAT 100% SICKENINGLY SWEET MOM-BOT VOICE he got annoyed and complained to the manager that I was "abraisve and rude".
...I've literally had people call the managers down just to say they love how kind, caring, and friendly I am, and how they think they have a gem of an employee. so this guy was just fucking looking for a reason to complain.
so then, since I was called in I have no OFFICIAL "clock out" time. But the new girl does, 10:30. so that time hits and I'm on my own, done with everything
but then they keep piling more, and more, and more, AND MORE tiny little unneeded shit on so I stayed longer and longer when I just wanted to be fucking out of there...
THEN cuz that one guy complained my manager had to talk to me in the office about it. and I had to act like I agreed, it was my fault, blah blah blah. I had to contain all my pent up rage until I got in the car and just...EUGH FUCK. if it weren't for Star Wars making us so damn fucking busy none of this would have happened.
it's like fucking father's day all over again (for those who want context, note me. just...long story short it was a day so bad that multiple employees and one manager cried in the office in between rounds.)
*Sigh* sorry, had to get that off my chest.
fuck Star Wars, fuck impatient people, fuck overreacting people, fuck scheduling new hires on A DAY WE KNOW WILL BE FUCKING HELL, fuck just...EUGH lemme start at the beginning.
For those that don't know, the only two things you gotta know:
1) I work at a movie theater
2) I am the best Usher at said theater (basically cleaning theaters, and checking them to make sure they work ok. but ALSO anything else you are needed for, like ripping tickets.)
So I wasn't scheduled to work today, BUT since it was Star Wars opening night, my manager texted me asking me to come in.
being the nice, loyal employee I am, I, as always, say yes.
...I probably fucking shouldn't have.
I get into work, and find out that apparently I'm training someone who has NEVER USHERED BEFORE on FUCKING STAR WARS PREMIER NIGHT. Again, I have to teach someone how to do the job that does their own thing PLUS A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING ELSE in the middle of STAR WARS PREMIER NIGHT
I couldn't get half my shit done cuz I had to spend time teaching it to her (which, thankfully, she picked things up fast despite me rushing to try and keep up.)
at one point I was ticket ripping, and obviously considering it is BUSY AS FUCK, and there is A LOT GOING ON. PAINFULLY obvious to anyone we are drowning in people atm, obviously I'm gonna be a bit rushing.
and apparently cuz I FUCKING HELD MY HAND OUT TO SOMEONE SO I CAN SEE THEIR TICKET TO DIRECT THEM TO THEIR THEATER I was "trying to take it from them" and they complained to the manager, though I didnt know at the time that I had annoyed him. later on he came in my general direction, so AS USUAL like I do with everyone I ask if I can help them.
but apparently cuz of adrenaline and being so energized and trying to do a million things at once I said it in a SLIGHTLY LESS THAT 100% SICKENINGLY SWEET MOM-BOT VOICE he got annoyed and complained to the manager that I was "abraisve and rude".
...I've literally had people call the managers down just to say they love how kind, caring, and friendly I am, and how they think they have a gem of an employee. so this guy was just fucking looking for a reason to complain.
so then, since I was called in I have no OFFICIAL "clock out" time. But the new girl does, 10:30. so that time hits and I'm on my own, done with everything
but then they keep piling more, and more, and more, AND MORE tiny little unneeded shit on so I stayed longer and longer when I just wanted to be fucking out of there...
THEN cuz that one guy complained my manager had to talk to me in the office about it. and I had to act like I agreed, it was my fault, blah blah blah. I had to contain all my pent up rage until I got in the car and just...EUGH FUCK. if it weren't for Star Wars making us so damn fucking busy none of this would have happened.
it's like fucking father's day all over again (for those who want context, note me. just...long story short it was a day so bad that multiple employees and one manager cried in the office in between rounds.)
*Sigh* sorry, had to get that off my chest.
remember how theater checks were just "when you had time"?
yea now it's every goddamned half an hour. bathrooms every hour.
fun
and oh god Father's day was UNGODLY..
you got lucky
I work at the Magnolia Theater in Dallas, Texas.
We're not even getting the Star Wars movie and we're STILL having to deal with these crazy ass people. I was working box office not too long ago and some guy came in asking to preorder tickets for Star Wars. When I told him we weren't going to be showing it there, he got soooo pissed off. He was threatening "legal action" against me and the movie theater because (quote) "The advertisement said it would be showing in theaters EVERYWHERE" (end quote).
We mostly cater to Indie films, not big box office record breakers. Apparently it was MY FAULT for inconveniencing him trying to buy these tickets to a movie we weren't even going to show. He spoke to my manager and for some reason started lieing, saying i cussed him out. I was as calm and professional as I could be, but for some reason, he lied to my manager and said I was doing things I wasn't, and that apparently, I told him we WERE going to show the movie at our theater, but that I wasn't going to sell him any tickets.
SERIOUSLY?!?!? Does Star Wars mean THIS MUCH??? To the point where people get this idiotic mindset and make a scene just because they can't see it at a theater it's not playing at?! Omfg people!!! It's just a god damn movie! A movie! It's a "want". Not a "need".
I worked concessions one day. We have two different sizes of straws. They're only like, an inch in size difference. This guy came up, he was really nice, bought a drink and some popcorn, then when he was looking for straws, I pointed them out. He asked if we had any of the bigger ones, but I apologized and told him we were out of the large ones and that we only had the shorter ones. The short straws fit ALL sizes of our cups. literally, there is practically no real reason why we even have the large straws.
However... that apparently was the tipping point for this guy. He got so angry. He started saying things like "How am I supposed to drink this?!" He demanded a refund and a larger straw, of which, we didn't have. Called down a manager, spoke to him... manager told him the same exact thing. The guy claimed he was going to tell corporate once he got home.
...Over. a fucking. straw.
A STRAW!!!
12 mini bottles of alcohol in one isle in a kid's movie
finding a cup of piss in the theater (had this one twice)
someone shit on the bathroom floor (a full grown adult. I smelt him walk past....eugh...)
dirty undies on the bathroom floor.
I could go on T.T