July, 2002: Hate
July, 2002: Hate
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002.
Brouhaha. The manager was in such a bad mood last night. I've learned that when they're in one of their little "moods" it's a good idea to just lay low and disappear when they're around, if possible. Eh
Yesterday, I got a pay check. I was expecting it to be the biggest check I've ever received from Regal, but no-ho-ho! The government felt it needed to take out a massive amount in taxes. MASSIVE. Disappointment, bitterness.
Other news: I think I've decided to keep working on just Friday's and Saturday's once school starts. I'm feeling a need for money and, thus, a need for a job. All of the on campus jobs pay minimum wage, so that's a bust. Anyway, if I think my grades are suffering, then I'll quit. Okay? Okay.
Tomali is the 4th of July. I wonder if we'll have a security guard... I read a thing yesterday about Capricorns (me) and it said that we tend to keep jobs longer than we should.
That is all!
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, July 7th, 2002.
What can I say? I work with this guy that does nothing but complain and talk about people all day. I don't like him and I'd almost say he's a bad person. I've been working a lot lately and I may get over forty hours this week. Some of the managers are becoming shitty while others are becoming nice and friendly. What's up with that?
I will continue to work once school starts, I tell myself it's because I will need money for college, but I know full well that I have a huge nest egg. But I don't want to eat up my savings, right? And maybe I still want a new car, did you ever think of that? And maybe by keeping my job I will finally get around to hating it enough to quit.
Aye de mi. I hope college doesn't suck and I hope I can drive there ok.
I should get around to writing my book. Then again, the story isn't over yet.
I should be a manager. I saw one of my old bosses from King's D last night. I didn't have much to say to him.
I've not been studying much spanish lately, tisk tisk!
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, July 10th, 2002.
For only the second time ever, I logged over 40 hours on the clock this week. When my boss did payroll last night and saw all my hours he made sure to let me know he was going to get bitched at by the high ups (because of the overtime). Hmm, bugs me more than it should.
I'm fairly certain now that I've kept this job longer than I should and will continue to do so. When, if ever, am I going to quit?
Job Journal Entry: Monday, July 15th, 2002.
I suppose yesterday was note worthy. The theater recently spent big bucks having the roof repaired, so to everyone's great surprise, the little rain this area received yesterday completely flooded the place. On top of this, over half of the employees didn't show up for work, so they called me in. When I got there, everything was really hectic. Trash cans and wet floor signs were everywhere, as were big, soggy chunks of falling roof tile. Moreover, the place was completely packed with people. I cannot remember being so consistently busy and it only makes sense that people flock to our theater when we're understaffed and waterlogged. All in all, though, everything worked out.
All summer we have been over staffed due to the hiring frenzy the managers were in because of Star Wars (which turned out to be a bust). Now, though, everyone is quitting, disappearing or randomly just not coming to work. As of now, we have 20 employees which I estimate will be cut to no more than 13 in the next three weeks. Thirteen is a really all we need, so it's all good.
Side note: In ten days I will be going to Belgium for a week. I'll also be making a small side trip in Amsterdam. Marijuana is legal in Amsterdam. I feel it's important for me to bring that up. After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Job Journal Entry: Friday, July 19th, 2002.
I hate today. I had to clean up human shit, the power went out, I was almost in a car wreck and some guy that just got out of jail kept hitting on me. I was also out-bid (at the last minute) on Ebay on a 1978 VW Bus. On top of that, I passed up a good opportunity to hang out with my friends and burned some bridges. Today sucked.
The more maddening thing is that they stuck me in the box all day. I hate the box. I hate it. I can't handle sitting in the little "L" shaped room while dealing with complete idiot customers. Makes my blood boil. I hate today.
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, July 21st, 2002.
I hate my job, I hate it. As soon as I got to work today I pleaded with my boss to please not stick me in the box. He said ok and instead stuck me on the door (which is almost as bad as box). Why?
I'm going to Belgium soon, so I only have to work one more time until August. This time off will be good.
Job Journal Entry: Thursday, July 25th, 2002.
Freedom! I don't have to be back at work for over a week! Normally, such a long break would make me sad and I would spend all my time wishing I was at the theater. Now, though, I'm considering never going back...
Tomorrow, I will attempt to fly to Belgium. I recall, though, from my recent trip to Rome that every member of my family (including myself) was stopped by airport security at least once. My mother, in fact, was stopped at every single security check point (except one). I know all the security is for our protection, but being wanded by a foreigner (in Rome) with a semi-automatic weapon doesn't make me feel safe. Hopefully, though, things will be different this time. I plan to wear no metal at all. No rings, no belt, no necklace, nothing. And on the return trip, I will put everything I buy in someone else's bag. I'll also avoid eye contact with all people of authority, and if I do happen to get stopped (again), I won't try to walk away. Finally, I will try not to look like an American. Oye.
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