January, 2002: Movie Theater Person
January, 2002: Movie Theater Person
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, Jan. 2nd, 2002.
Ah, a new year. Yesterday was my last day at work for a while as I am leaving for a trip to Rome in about an hour. The theater has been incredibly busy lately and very few employees actually come to work anymore. This means more work for me (and the managers) and with all the extra business we've had lately, the stress level has risen above a tolerable level, and thus, yesterday I lost it and fell into a fit of hysterical laughing. To this, my boss was like "Ok, you're scaring the manager now." Eh, weirdness.
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, Jan. 9th, 2002.
Today from an unexpected source, I learned the theater I work at may be sold to a guy who wants to buy it and show indian films. Thus, I will lose my job and that'll be that. Although, I think the chances of this actually happening are slim to none, so I'm not too worried yet.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, Jan. 12th, 2002. (before work)
It's weird, the theater is actually getting a lot of business now. This is good and bad. Good, because the place probably won't be sold or closed down with all the extra business. Bad, because it's more work and more stress (I tend not to do well under stress...).
All in all, this job is now just a job. It's work, a means for getting money. I'm growing a nice little nest egg, but I'm not sure what to do with it. Should I buy a car (a VW Bus, perhaps?), or save it for college (assuming I get into college which I'm starting to panic about) or should I just keep saving it? Blah, we'll see what happens.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, Jan. 12th, 2002. (after work)
Eventually, this job will just be a memory and the doing will be done, the happening will be over. Over time my memories will fade. I wonder what I'll forget and what I'll carry with me. Hmmm, interesting stuff.
Tonight at work, it was really busy. At one point we had five registers open (compared to the normal two) and then the popcorn machine broke.
Well, I should go now as I have to be back at work in eleven and a half hours.
Job Journal Entry: Thursday, Jan. 17th, 2002.
Hehe, next week I have exams at school but luckily I have Monday off for MLK Day. So I was thinking to myself "Thank God I'll have a whole day to study and finish all those hellishly long exam review packets." Then yesterday I go check the schedule at work for this weekend and they conveniently have me working on that one precious Monday. Boo :( (Would I like some cheese with my whine? Yes, yes I would)
Seriously, though, it seems like I just complain a lot on this job journal thing, and I guess I do. Really, though, all is well. All is well!!! I still like my job and it's more interesting now that it's busy. The people I work with are awesome and the managers are cool. (Although, I had a dream the other night that we got a new manager and that he was a real asshole. An omen?) On the other hand, because of school, college stuff, and the extra business, I've been stressing a lot. I've noticed I stress easily and when I stress I tend to do stupid things (Like yell "Oh God!" when the popcorn machine breaks or say things really fast that make no sense like "Did you see that guy that just did that stuff and really pissed me off while the coke on the c-c-counter got all sticky?!") Although it's January 17th, I think I'll make my new year's resolution now: Stress Less.
Job Journal Entry: Monday, Jan. 21st, 2002.
A revelation: customers are goats and they come to concession to feed. It's my job to provide the feed bag.
Tomorrow we are switching from Pepsi to Coke Products. Good things about the switch: 1)No more old people complaining that Pepsi is bad. 2)We'll have Mr.Pebb and Cherry Coke. Bad Things: 1)Old people will be complaining that Coke tastes bad. 2)As the Regal vests say Pepsi all over them, we'll be getting rid of them and thus, I'll just be wearing black pants, a white shirt and that gay bow-tie. (They say we're getting polo shirts eventually...) Hmmm, Coke...
In other news: the manager made a final push for me to sell the rest of our charity hearts. Of 15, I managed to sell 10 last night and I hope to sell the remaining 5 today.
Side note: I found a car I want to buy with my money (a 1976 BMW 2002) but I think the price will take it beyond my reach. Eh, money.
Job Journal Entry: Monday, Jan. 28th, 2002.
Another weekend has come and gone. Points of interest:
1) This was my first weekend working with the new coke products instead of Pepsi. Things went pretty smoothly, but it took me a while to realize they raised the prices of the large drinks.
2) This was also my first weekend without my Regal Cinemas (Pepsi) vest. Wearing just black pants, a long sleeve white shirt and a black bow-tie looks stupid, but the uniform looked stupid before with the vest too, so I can't complain. (One day, they will give us all polo shirts to wear, one day...)
3) It's late in January but the weather has been extremely warm (reaching well into the 70's all weekend) and thus, it was very hot at the theater. I don't quite seem to remember it ever being this hot even during the summer. Relief, though, came today when the manager finally adjusted the thermostat.
4)Today was Monday, but I volunteered to work (had the day off from school) to make a little extra dough as I am taking next weekend off to go to VA Tech for a weekend of partying and college life. Fun stuff.
5)Sometimes I start thinking the management staff at the theater is a bit sexist because they always ask the guys to do everything that's not normal work (like change the marque, clean theaters, help with stock, turn off work lights, fix stuff ect ect). Well, today they asked me to help put away stock. Most of the stuff was heavy and it was really hot, but I got the job done (eventually). Still though, I don't think I'll be complaining anymore about not getting to do stuff (not that I ever complained in the first place, but you know).
6)Work is work. It's something I do and I wouldn't know what to do if I didn't do it. (Yes, I used the word "do" three times in that sentence.) It provides me with money. (Having done my taxes today, I see I will be getting a nice fat check from the government in a few weeks.) Money provides me with stuff. In some societies, stuff provides me with a higher status. In this American society, stuff provides me with... bills, bills that my job allows me to pay. (Ok, that sounds all fine and dandy, but the truth of the matter is that I rarely spend my money, and thus I'm growing a nice nest egg. My American ways are telling me a nest egg is bad and I must spend! spend! SPEND!) Anyway, work is work, but it doesn't really matter, it is merely a diversion, a place holder, something to keep me busy until I go to college (God, college is going to be so cool if everything works out). That is all.
Side note: I'm thinking about changing the look of this website, but I don't have the motivation to actually do it. Not that it matters as few people actually read this stuff anymore. That's cool, though, because I read it and it'll come in handy if I ever decide to write a book about my experiences as The Movie Theater Person.
Job Journal Entry: Tuesday, Jan. 29th, 2002.
While I was writing the above entry, one of my other bosses called and asked me to come in, again, for the second time that day. Oye. Although I had the day off, I ended up working 12-5 and 7-10. It was like being there all day but only getting paid for 7 hours. I'm not complaining, though. I'm a good employee and my work ethic makes me go in when they ask me to (Am I tooting my own horn? Yes, yes I am).
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