January, 2003: People
January, 2003: People
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, January 1st, 2003.
Ah, a new year. For the first time in 19 years, I worked on New Year's Eve, but I made it home in time to see the ball drop.
Last night when I picked up my pay check, I happened to notice how much everyone else makes. To my surprise, I lot of people make more than me (*gasp*), but no regular employees make more than $6.50. For the work, I suppose $6.50 is fair, but it's not much.
On the topic of money, I found quite a bit while cleaning the bathrooms the other day. My Id and Ego overpowered my Super-ego and I pocketed the dough. (The final straw that pushed me towards keeping the money was the fact that if I were to "turn it in" I would be laughed at and then someone else would have taken it. Ah, rationalization rocks!)
I've decided I work with a lot of crazy people. Some are just slightly "haha" funny crazy, but others are absolutely insane. A lot of times in movies, you see people who have been sent to mental institutions looking around and thinking that they're the only normal people there. Well, sometimes at work I think I'm the only normal person there and a thought inside my head says "Run! Run as fast as you can! They're crazy!"
This past year saw the closing of Ridge. It was either Ridge or West Tower that was going to be closed, and I suppose the closing of Ridge was for the best. At West Tower I work with this handicapped guy and (I think) the other day he was telling me that if West Tower was closed, he didn't know what he would have done. And a lot of the Ridge employees that went to work at other theaters after Ridge closed are happier at their new jobs.
Passing by Ridge the other day, it was obvious that the place is deteriorating. The parking lot is littered with trash and, strangely, a lot of empty filing cabinets. Graffiti is also slowly taking over. Eh, such is the way things are.
I'm starting to get bored with my job again. Methinks I'll look into the work study program at school.
2003, what's it going to be? Will I be at West Tower in a year, will it be closed, will I be elsewhere? One year ago today I was in Rome. We'll see what happens.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, January 4th, 2003.
One of the older guys, a projectionist, had a heart attack and has to have open heart surgery. A few of us pooled our money to get him some flowers. (No one at Ridge ever had a heart attack). I foresee him returning to work and receiving applause for recovering. We'll see what happens.
Many people are eager to be projectionists, including myself. If they were to higher another manager or projectionist, though, it would be a guy because the management is all sexist and women don't hold positions of power. This means I will always do what I am doing which is becoming more than boring and aggravating. I hate customers, I hate them, all of them, I CAN'T be in customer service. People have no consideration for the people who serve them. Bugs me.
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, January 8th, 2003.
Ah, finally, a day off. The guy that had the heart attack seems to be doing really well. One of the other old managers from Ridge is going to fill in for him. It'll be just like old times, haha.
The other day was very slow and boring but we had a big standee to put together. It took all day just to get the base built, though. The next day was even slower and more boring. To top it off, the only person I had to talk to all day was the crazy preacher guy. It's days like that that I feel I'm wasting precious hours of my life!
In my boredom, I starting making a bunch of heart attack popcorn (popcorn with a deadly amount of oil and salt) but then I started thinking about the guy that had the heart attack. Plus, all the customers that day were old people so I started feeling pretty bad. Then I started cleaning everything. And then I just stared off into space for three hours. Yea, it was a boring day.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, January 11th, 2003.
Tonight I hated my job, I hated it a lot. The customers are so stupid. SO STUPID. It's asking too much to have them decide what kind of drinks they what, or what size of popcorn. Every customer spends at least ten seconds staring at me, trying to figure out where they are and what they're doing. MORONS. Why can't they make simple decisions? First they say they want a small popcorn, then a medium, then back to a small. And the rudeness! I don't set the prices! Fuck you for bitching at me! $6.30 an hour isn't worth dealing with the low life red-necks that flock to the "magic picture shows."
I can't deal with customers very much longer. I think that if I ever do quit my job I'll be relieved. I was going to quit when my senior year of high school started, then I was going to quit when I started college, then I was going to quit after Ridge closed, then I was going to quit after a month at West Tower. Why haven't I quit yet?! The place is a fucking shit hole and it's driving me crazy. As a Capricorn, I tend to stick with things longer than I should.
I'm making a solid attempt to find a new job, a job where I actually do something and don't have to deal with customers. I would like my movie theater job if I didn't have to work concession, the box or usher. (IE: projectionist) But I'm not recognized as projectionist material. Fine. I'd probably stress out too much as a projectionist... Fuck the world for giving me such a bad job. My last job sucked, too. Maybe all jobs suck a little.
Anyway, I don't have to be back at work for a week as the second semester of college starts monday. 18 credits, 6 classes. We'll see what happens.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, January 18th, 2003.
It's a job. Pointless, meaningless and mind numbing. Yup, it's a job.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, January 25th, 2003.
I don't like my job. Today while wallowing in self-pity, though, I was thinking; Maybe I don't know how good I really have it. After all, I'm pretty sure I hated my job at Ridge but I miss it so, so much. I think I would end up missing my job at West Tower even more. Tentative game plan: Look for better paying job. Upon finding and getting better job, put in two weeks notice. As long as I put in my two weeks, I can come back later.
I think I need a job that doesn't entail dealing with customers, sucking down all pride or constantly being beaten down by strangers. I also want something that pays more than $6.30. I'm a hard worker and I put a lot into what I do and it's not fair that I'm paid like an illegal immigrant smuggled in on the back of a mule. Then again, I shouldn't complain. There are literally millions of people in this country that would kill for a job like mine. Fools...
I really wish my job didn't suck. I hate people yelling at me all day. Fuckers. I hate stupid people and there are a lot of stupid people around here. Yea, I'm lookin' for a new job. I'm going to really like putting in my two weeks.
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