April, 2002: Almost lost a finger
April, 2002: Almost lost a finger
Job Journal Entry: Tuesday, April 2nd, 2002.
Ah man, the cheese machine... It kind of broke and I didn't know what to do, I just started mumbling and pacing while all the cheese spewed out. My boss and coworker were just looking at me freak out and then they realized what was happening and took care of it. I could have taken care of it, I really could have. I was looking for something to catch the cheese, I really was. Eh, all that cheese...
Job Journal Entry: Thursday, April 4th, 2002.
Yesterday at work, I almost sliced off my finger. I cut the middle knuckle on my index finger down to the bone. When I realized I could see the bone, I kind of started freaking out but there was no one else around. Oye!! I wrapped it up in a paper towel and eventually, when the manager reappeared, I just asked him for a band-aide and he got all huffy and puffy that he had to get me one. He didn't ask me what was wrong or anything (even though my eyes were all teary and was shaking really bad). Anyway, it didn't bleed too much and it didn't really hurt, so I guess it's no biggy.
Last week, we lost 7 (of 14) employees and the managers are starting to panic. They're desperate, so they've started hiring everyone that turns in an application, meaning a bunch of kids. Since I'm a good employee, they want me to bring in more people. They gave me a stack of applications and have made it in my best interest to get more employees.
Work is becoming mind numbing. Mind Numbing!!! The District Manager is being replaced today, and the new guy has decided that we need to open earlier and close later. What does this mean? A double will be 11am to 12am. Whoa, that's 13 hours... Uh. Golly Bob, I wish they would pay me more (hehe). The District Manager decides the wages, but how can he know how much I (or my coworkers) should make if he doesn't know what we do or how hard we work? Hmmm. All the other theaters pay 75 cents more... At the theater I work at, everyone usually quits after about a month, so they always need to hire more people, but I think there's at least two things they can do to hold on to their workers. 1) Offer a 25 cent pay raise after three months and then another 25 cent raise after an additional three. This will bring all six month (or longer) employee wages to $6.50, which is still less than all other theaters pay. Eh, maybe that wouldn't help hold on to people, but they should do it anyway. 2) They need to make another level, between base line and manager. It could be a team leader position and the person could do things such as oversee closing procedures and run breaks. I've talked to one of my bosses about these ideas, but really though, the managers can do nothing about it. Still, it's kind of clear that some changes need to be made as they're going through employees like crazy.
I'm a genius and I should be the new District Manager.
Side note: Thar be a storm on the horizon! Batten down the hatches!!!
Job Journal Entry: Friday, April 5th, 2002.
The other day, a guy called and asked me what time the 7 o'clock Panic Room started and I was like "Um... the 7 o'clock one started at... 7."
Side note: To hell with it all. Today I went to the place where VWs go to die, hoping to find a bus I could buy. However, like many Volkswagens, my hopes of ever finding one for myself, died there. That's it. That was my last option. The owner of this VW graveyard was a hairy, tooth-missing hill billie who immediately made a point of telling me that any volkswagen I ever buy will die on me and then he gave me the look that says "You're a girl, and if your car breaks you'll just stand there and cry. Only guys should buy old cars. Girlie, you just can't handle a VW." Damnit. I hate this. I should have bought a VW with the money from my very first job, because then I would have had it all this time and wouldn't be worrying about not being able to take it to college (College- another subject I'm very bitter about, but I'll spare you the god-damn-fucking details). So anyway, that's that. The End. No more. Game over. I give up.
Everything is so fucked up and this damn job means nothing. Nothing. But it also means everything, everything that doesn't matter.
Ah hell.
Job Journal Entry: Monday, April 8th, 2002.
Well, another weekend is over. I saw a bunch of my teachers and, of course, gave them all free passes. For the most part, though, the weekend sucked. I worked 12 and a half hours on Saturday and then returned eleven hours later to work another eight.
A few people from my school are applying at the theater and I gave them recommendations, not sure if I want them to work there, though. Eh.
I think I hate the place.
Job Journal Entry: Friday, April 12th, 2002.
This job is sucking. Each week we've been opening earlier and earlier, and now, I have to be back there in 11 hours to work for 13 and a half (then I'll have an 11 hour break followed by 9 and a half more of working). Not Cool.
Tonight, when I was mopping the back room, I accidentally hit one of the fluorescent light stripes with the end of the mop. It came crashing down and exploded with a huge popping sound sending glass flying everywhere. I instinctively ducked and covered. Hehe...
They finally removed the name of that coworker that did all that stuff from the schedule. That means they're gone for good. Boo, they were the last of the cool people and now it's me and a bunch of youngens.
I think I hate my job.
Job Journal Entry: Monday, April 15th, 2002.
I don't really have a lot to say about this weekend except that I worked a lot of hours and I'm starting to think a couple of my bosses are assholes. I don't like to write stuff about my bosses (mainly for fear of them finding out), so I'll just leave it at that. Besides my bosses, one of my coworkers is a real asshole, too, and I don't think I'm capable of working with him. Anyway, on a brighter note, we're doing a fund raiser thing where we try to get people to donate a dollar to kids with Diabetes and in return, they get to write their name on a paper shoe and it gets hung on the window. On Saturday night I raised $92 and it seems to have given me some unexpected feeling of pride like I've really done something to help someone. 92 bucks could give a kid insulin for a week. I mean, sure, I didn't donate the money, but I got other people to. It's like when church people go door to door taking donations. Anyway, it feels good.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, April 20th, 2002.
Yesterday afternoon, a really bad storm blew through and it knocked out the theater's power for an hour so when I got there, the place was closed and locked up. We re-opened around 6 and showed the last two showings of all the movies.
Things, though, were really messed up. The storm blew up the phone system and knocked out the recordings so the managers had to answer every single call (and the phone was ringing off the hook). The AC in one of the theaters wasn't working, so it was really hot and it was stuck on in another, so it was really cold. The mic in the box office also decided to crap out making it really hard to sell tickets. It wasn't cool having to shout and then people being like "I can't hear you, try talking into the mic." Hello, if the mic worked, I would use it, asshole. Anyway, I got pretty frustrated and so did the managers having to answer every single call, so it was a stupid night.
During my break, I was eating dinner in the break room and a GIANT roach decided to pay me a visit. It was the size of a small animal so I made like the wind and blew out of there. There're roaches in there because no one ever cleans up their trash, so now, the managers are going to lock the room so we can't use it...
I get to go to work now for 13 hours (no over time) and train a new person. I hate training people.
That is all.
After thought: We also found out yesterday that we're getting "Star Wars." It's going to get insanely busy... They say the line for the last SW movie completely wrapped around the theater. We'll probably show it in theaters one and two and it'll sell out. That's 1,200 people per round. Normally on a Saturday, we get fewer than 400 people all day. But with SW, we'll get three times that EVERY round plus all the people for other movies. Whoa, that's actually a pretty scary thought...
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, April 24th, 2002.
I just watched a clip on Good Morning America about the new Star Wars movie. Huge lines are already forming at theaters in big cities and the movie doesn't come out for three more weeks.
I am scared.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, April 27th, 2002.
I left work tonight feeling really good. They sent me home about an hour early which kind of sucked, but now that I'm off I'm pretty glad to have this extra hour. One of my coworkers was complaining that I got off early so my boss went off on him yelling that I had been there since eleven this morning and that I work all day every Saturday and deserve to leave early. Wow, so they noticed. That's cool.
Also, my other boss told me he tries not to cut my hours because they all know I'm saving up to buy a VW Bus. When I told him I've given up on my search for one, he told me to still have hope because they're all rooting for me. Cool.
I figure I only have 13 or 14 weeks left at this job. That actually makes me sad. Sometimes I hate the place so much, but I don't want to quit. Weird.
Side Note: The last guy who knew some of the cool people was fire this week for drinking on the job. He bought a car a couple of weeks ago and today the company he bought it from called and asked me to confirm his employment. I could have said "Yes, he works here" and that was my first thought. But a lot of things could have gone wrong with that, so I put the person though to the manager. Yea, the guy'll probably lose his car. Damn.
But, yeah, I'm feeling good about my job tonight.
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, April 28th, 2002.
Today I heard some sad, sad news about the guy I wrote about in the above entry. It's none of my business, so I won't write anymore about it, but it's pretty tragic.
Side note: Only one month of high school left for my entire life.
Job Journal Entry: Tuesday, April 30th, 2002.
Last night I was called into work for a couple of hours because they couldn't get anyone else to come in. It's weird, last week they hired seven new people and they keep hiring more everyday. I'm worried my hours may get cut soon, but then again, they still seem to have problems getting people to come to work. Eh, we'll see what happens.
Yesterday (monday), Sunday Lady made an appearance. She wasn't there sunday, so I guess yesterday was to make up for it. But why this monday instead of sunday? Did she think it was sunday? Was she sick over the weekend? Went out of town? It's all so confusing... (even more so if you don't know who Sunday Lady is!)
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