I work in a movie theater. Worked there today, too (and, yes, it sucked, but that’s a different rant).
Anyway, it was a holiday weekend. Things were hell Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and today. We ran out of many things… even employees (two quit, two are on suspension, and five simply disappeared).
Today, we ran out of “L-Trays”… y’know, those little cardboard boxes that theaters give out so’s you can dump your popcorn in it, or carry your drinks? I’ve never realized exactly how much people relied on these things. But, anyway, we didn’t have a single one in the building, and had no prospect of getting any, at all, for the rest of the day.
So whenever somebody asked “Can I have a tray to carry this?” or something, we’d respond, “Sorry, we ran out of those, we’ve been so busy.” Usually, the customers were nice enough to accept that. However, there were a couple who took the fact that we didn’t have an infinite supply of trays as a personal insult; several kept whining to us about it, two wanted to talk to a manager… but the absolute worst was this one worthless waste of carbon-based matter who gave a little sneer and said, “Thank you, you’ve just ruined Christmas.”
::si-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-igh::
Oh, and did I mention I put in my 2-week notice today?
Hehe. Try doing drive thru without those stupid little drink trays that everyone just throws in their back seat anyways. Minivans come through, and you have to hand out 8 drinks, one by one. Soccer mom:“Can I have a tray?”, looking at you like you’re stupid for not giving her one in the first place. Frustrated DT worker:“I’m sorry, we ran out, we won’t get any in until tomorrow…” Soccer mom rolls her eyes, and begins lining up drinks on the floorboard. Even better was the time we ran out of straws. “I’m sorry, maybe you could suck the soda through the hole where the straw’s supposed to go?”
Congrats on the 2 weeks…better job lined up, or just too frustrated to work there anymore?
Congrats on the two week notice SPOOFE! I’ll bet it felt pretty damn good! Job market is very good right now, don’t stress. Better brush up on your ‘creative resume skills’ though, never hurts.
A little of both. I began working there as a favor to another friend who worked there (they lost four employees simultaneously just before Thanksgiving), and he said it’s a great place to work. Needless to say, he was wrong. I realized that he liked working there so much because he desperately wants to bone another employee who works there.
Time to go check the local electronics stores… at least THERE we don’t have to cook no fucking pretzels!!!
(Did I mention I’ve been having bad dreams about shoveling popcorn and filling drinks? Yup, time to switch jobs!)
[DDG picks herself up off the floor after laughing helplessly for five solid minutes at the mental image of people whose lives are SO empty that Christmas is ruined for them, just RUINED, by the fact that they didn’t get a little cardboard tray to carry their drinks at the movies]
I remember one time when I was working at the comedy place, 15 minutes into the show a woman called up screaming because she was going to be late and she couldn’t find the place and etc. etc. etc.
Finally she and her family got there. The guy at the box office said “So how are things this evening?”
She instantly snapped back “Life sucks!” as she grabbed the tickets. I had to try so hard to keep from laughing else her evil gaze wander my way.
She downed four drinks quickly at the bar and sat contentidly with her family for the rest of the show.
You post a lot, Spoofe Bo Diddly, but you forgot to explain how you jumped from being a college student to working in a movie theatre. Or maybe I missed that bit. Could you go over that again?
I just finished reading The Twilight of American Culture. In it the author mentioned how, in some parts of Chicago, literacy levels are so low that a lot of children, when asked where the Atlantic Ocean is, fail to give the right answer. Literacy levels are falling the world over.
I would put money on you being able to locate both the Atlantic and the Pacific Oceans and a few other oceans, possibly some seas and lakes. So what happened?
So what happened to what? Please remember rule number#8 clearly states that "you must send any/all drugs used posting to any/and/or all persons/members/goats/ who read said posts, in order for the full comprehension of both parties of said post/posts/dribble."
Well now, let’s talk about ruined christmas.
I was not allowed to go to my mothers house because if she wanted to see my and the kids for christmas then she could come over to our house. No special arrangements should be made to accomodate my mother.
So on Thursday we had christmas because it was the only day his sister had off. She showed up with her monsterous kids demanded they open presents and that I have dinner ready right away so they could hurry up and leave. Nope, not a special arrangement.
On Monday his other sister came in and told us that she could only stay till 4pm so everyone needed to hurry, and I should put a rush on the turkey so they could eat and leave. And then I was told that the dinner I had spent all day making wasn’t to the liking because there was chicken broth in my homemade stuffing.
Yes folks, I don’t skimp. Everything I make is homemade.
Then, the rest of the family show up for a few minutes and decide to go to the bar and not come back for dinner.
Nope, no special arrangements for his family.
I ended up packing up the kids and going to my moms house without my husband.
Oh good lord!
I had some guy bitch at me because no one at the checkouts could do a refund, and he had to wait in the long line at the returns desk. I said, sorry, we can’t do it. And he’s like, “Goddammit!” Well, let me say: the minute you start swearing at me is the minute I stop helping you. So I said very calmly, “Please Sir, do NOT swear at me.” Very firmly, too. And he started yelling, “Aw, get out of here! Get out of here!” I just said, “Well, fine, if that’s the way you want you be!” I should’ve said, “Merry Xmas to you too, Sir.”
I can’t BELIEVE she said YOU ruined her Xmas. I’d have gone off and said, “Well you know what, bitch? YOU are ruining my Xmas-because I’d like to be with my family instead of waiting on you, you psycho hose beast!” http://www.customerssuck.com
How many contributors to the SDMB could swear in court that they have read every word posted here by every other contributor? How much time would be needed to be able to do that? I don’t know what percentage of Spoofe Bo Diddly’s total contributions I have read but this is what I know about him from reading what I have:
He either runs or assists in running a wrestling-oriented website.
He plays a computer game involving chocobos
He once mentioned going to “school”
He would make most parents tear up their teenagers’ chastity pledges if they read what he writes about sex
He now has a job in a movie theatre
Unless it can be proven that Spoofe Bo Diddly has commonly referred to himself on this board as a working university student rather made allusions to himself as a high school dropout I will request an apology from Primaflora, Troubleagain Absoul and Guinastasia.
Heh, I know where I am eating for Xmas next year. I’m perfectly willing to sit (I can’t stand for long periods of time) in the kitchen and peel potatoes and chat with the cook. I appreciate homemade food. Especially when I’m not the one who makes it.
Cripes, sounds like some people try to cram too much into too little time.
That would be a cold day in hell G’nome. You insinuated that Spoofe was no longer a college student. I pointed out that part time work and study is not incompatible. ::shrug::
Aha, that’s where you’ve gone astray, my dear Nomer. I attend a Junior College… that is, School For Those Too Lazy (Or Too Stupid) To Send Out An Application To A Real School.
The job at the theater was a matter of convenience and mistaken information… a friend who works there said it was great, and I believed him. Took me a while to figure out he was wrong. So now I’m most likely gonna stick with school.
I’m just surprised that you remembered all those insignificant facts about lil’ ol’ me - I think I mentioned the wrestling-site thing no more than twice. It’s nice having my own personal stalker
