March, 2002: Volkswagen Gripes
March, 2002: Volkswagen Gripes
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, March 17th, 2002.
I think I'm going to scream. Angelfire decided to delete the entire page of march (twice now) while I was editting it so this is the only entry thus far. It's like I've lost an entire half-month of my job life. I wrote so much stuff, and now it's all gone. Eh, damn it...
Job Journal Entry: Monday, March 18th, 2002.
Yea, I'm still pretty bitter that angelfire deleted this entire month. Over the next few days I'll try to recap all the stuff that got deleted (like everything about the lady with one eye, the polo shirts, co-worker gripes and VW Bus updates).
In the mean time, here's a side note: I've been saving every penny so tightly lately that I had this incredible thirst to spend money. So, natural, as soon as I got payed this weekend I decided to treat myself to a book-spree and just spent 65 bucks on amazon.com buying... graphic novels (ie: comic books).
Job Journal Entry: Tuesday, March 19th, 2002.
Ok, a few highlights from earlier this month:
I came very, very, very close to buying a VW bus a couple of weeks ago. I went so far as to test drive the thing with my dad. Riding around in that bus was the coolest feeling ever and has reminded me why I wanted a VW in the first place. Didn't buy that one because the trans. and steering wheel were really loose (and it had a bunch of extra wires... and the horn honked every time you tried to use the blinkers). I can feel it though, deep in my gut, that I'm getting close. I had a vision the other day at work and now I know it's only a matter of time before I get my bus.
While on the subject of VWs, I was talking to a couple of customers the other day about VW buses. They've always wanted one too, and they were like "So, where you going to go when you get your bus?" I was like "Heh."
Polo Shirts! Since Regal switched to Coke instead of Pepsi, we had to get rid of our vests (because they said pepsi all over them) and they said we would eventually get polo shirts. Rumor has it that we're finally getting them sometime very soon. No one knows, or is admitting to know, what they're going to look like. I asked the manager repeatedly if they're going to be pink. He wouldn't answer me and the only thing he would say is that no matter what, we're not going to like them because Regal is cheap. hmmm
Coworkers: Most are new as all the old people (people that have worked there a while) are quitting. One is moving to Florida to pursue a career in Real-estate (best wishes for her, sounds like she's going to have a good time) another is totally disillusioned with life and seemed pretty suicidal last time I saw her. The only other old person (who's actually pretty new too) needs more money and six bucks an hour isn't cutting it. There's still the other two people who have been working there longer than me and will probably work there forever, but they only work weekdays and I never see them. It's messed up. Everyone is so new, that it's new people training new people so no one knows what they're doing. Even weirder, they're developing new ways of doing things (like not piling up the popcorn in one pile, like you're supposed to do. For the love of god, pile up the popcorn!!!). Being one of the only people there that knows anything, when I try to correct them, they're like "No, you're wrong, I've always done it this way" and I'm just thinking "Your way is wrong, I've been here waaaay longer than you and I know better" but I don't say anything because I don't want to make too many enemies. So, yea, new people.
Old people, holy hell, old people. The theater has become the favorite outting for all the nursing home residents. They come in droves, and it's really quite scary. I'm not one to poke fun at people, and that's not what I'm doing. Recently I've seen two particular people that I can't get out of my mind. One was an old lady missing one eye and where it should have been, there was just a giant socket that she had strung a bandaide across. The bandaide didn't cover it up or anything, it just stretched across the socket. I didn't want her to think I was staring at it, so I just stared at her other eye. It was like something you see in a movie, hard to forget. Then there was this other lady. The skin on her hands was completely transparent. TRANSPARENT. I could see every vein, every bone, every tendon (though, I didn't see any blood, except that in the veins). She was handing me her money through the little hole in the glass window of the box and I was just like "Oh... geez... golly" but, of course, I didn't say anything, but I think my eyes kind of bugged out. I don't want to get old. (Hats off to those that do and trudge through the decay of their body)
Ever since we got new bug catchers on our doors, they've been really hard to open. So, they'll always be people who pull on the door but think it's locked and ask me to unlock it. Of course, it's not locked, and I feel I have to make fun of them. So, I make a buzzing sound into the microphone and pretend like I'm pushing the lock button. hehe. The other day, though, the old people managed to lock themselves out and when I started mocking them (not knowing the doors were locked) they got really pissed and shot me hate filled looks. Hehe, I turned red and the managers came running out of the office to see what happened.
Other: this weekend my boss asked me to go pick up his lunch for him during my break. Last time he asked me to do this, I got really lost and it took me 40 minutes to go to a Burger King half a mile away. This time, though, I didn't get lost. Still, should I be mad I had to pick up his lunch, or happy that he asked me to do something for him (usually he only lets the guys do stuff because of the whole sexist thing)? Then again, I was the only one there with a car, so no one else could have gone to get his lunch. Oye!
That reminds me, all the stuff I wrote about sexism got deleted. (geez, this is a really long entry, but it's recapping half the month. Who here is actually reading this???) Ok, long story short: I think the management is sexist, and they are. I talked to them about it (jokingly) and they have good reasons for all their sexist stuff. It doesn't really matter, though, because I don't care, it's not a big deal, and all the managers are really cool and I have no problems with any of them.
When it rains, the roof leaks. Lately, it's been pouring here, so the theater is pretty soaked.
Something not worth mentioning: Eh, nevermind. That's all for now.
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, March 23rd, 2002.
Ah, alas, polo shirts! I might go so far as to say they're pretty cool and way better than the stupid white shirts we had to wear before.
Lately, a lot of people have been coming up short in the box and everyone's afraid of finger pointing (especially me because last week I was talking to my manager and was like "So, have you ever thought about just taking all the money and running?" Bad). Well, last night I was in the box and I was very careful with my money. So, at the end of the night when they said I was over a hundred dollars short I was like "Oye!" and the person that watched the box during my break was like "Hmmm." So, for twenty minutes the managers looked for the money and asked lots of questions while I was quietly self-destructing and having flash backs to when I worked at King's Dominion and ended up $37 over (a situation which ruined my confidence and caused me to sob uncontrollably). Anyway, eventually the managers realized the computer had done something screwy and I, in fact, was not short the hundred bucks. Ah, sigh of relief. It was like when you have one of those dreams where something horrible happens and when you wake up you're so incredibly glad it was just a dream.
What else? Lots of gossip floats around the theater. I heard that one employee has a restraining order out against another employee. Who could it be???
VW Bus update: I was getting so close to buying a van but now it seems laziness will continue to thwart my efforts. Grrr!!! (Frustration. It's like I've been working at a movie theater for nine months just so I could buy myself a cool car and then nobody wants to help me. ARG!!!)
That is all.
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, March 24th, 2002.
Weird happenings at work last night. I think somebody got fired and gossip has ballooned into this giant blister that if anybody tries to pop, the putrid fluid will flood the place and wash us all away (Whoa, check out that metaphor, my english teacher would be proud). One of my co-workers has hit that point where they hate their job so much, it doesn't matter if they get fired so they can do ANYTHING. It's like in that movie, Office Space. Oye.
In other news, each of the three managers are taking their one week vacations one at a time leaving the others to cover for them. So, basically, two of them are putting in massive hours and it's only a matter of time before they snap (I've been waiting for this for a long time. Once they snap, I'll take control and then everything will fall into place...)
That is all
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, March 24th, 2002 (Later)
Arg, arg, arg! Weirdness! Stupidness! ARG!!! Let me be careful with my words. They think that co-worker that has nothing to lose (Confused? Read the above entry) did stuff and it's kind of a big deal. As soon as I got there today they asked me if I would give them a statement about it and I was like "No no no no, I don't know anything! I don't know anything, no!!!" because I'm not going to do anything to help get this person fired. I think they got a statement from someone else, so they probably won't need one from me. As soon as the person came in today, they suspended her and they'll probably fire her soon. Oye! I think one of the managers was kind of bugged about having to suspend the person. Eh.
Moving on. Spring break is coming up and I plan on working the whole time. I don't know why, it's not like I need the money (as it seems I will NEVER get a VW, Stupid, stupid stupid!!! ARGG!!!!). People are quitting and new people are being hired again. Nothing new there. Yea, that's all I have to say at the moment.
Job Journal Entry: Thursday, March 28th, 2002
It's weird, I hate the job, but I love it. I wish I could work 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. But when I'm actually working, I hate it and slowly count down the hours until I can leave. I've even started writing all over the walls that the place is a rotting hole and needs to be burned down. But, no! I love the place and Monday through Thursday when I don't work, all I can do is think about work. The pay sucks, all the cool coworkers will be gone soon and the music is insane, but still, I wish I was at work right now. I want them to call and be like "Uh, can you come in?" and I'll be like "Yes! Yes I can!!!" and I'll fly out the door and drive down there as fast as I can! What's up with that?!
Rumor control: The super high-up is being replaced. The guy was always a mean old nazi and always complained. Maybe the guy replacing him will be nice and might even talk to us base line employees (more than likely though, he'll be just like the old guy).
Other: I think one of my bosses is kind of bitter about me telling him he's sexist (jokingly). Eh, I shouldn't have said anything.
Also, the whole thing with that person who's going to be fired keeps creeping back into my mind. I know she's going to be fired if she hasn't already. I know exactly what happened, but I didn't make her do anything, and I wouldn't give them a statement about what I saw. So basically, I get (-1) point for the happening and (+1) for the non-narking, which means I'm even at 0. Still, she was one of the few people left that I liked and now she'll be gone. Boo
Car stuff: ARG!!! GEEEZZ!!! Doh! It's like someone in the great beyond has a VW bus on a fishing line and they're dangling it in from of my face. They even let me grab it for a second and hold onto it before yanking it away. Now, they're slowly pulling it back and laughing. What is it I'm trying to say, you may ask. Well, my current car is now mocking me and promises to take a nice size bite out of my bus fund for repairs. This will set me back a month, no biggy you say? Wrong! I'm graduating from high school in two months (two months!!) and I just want to drive the bus there once. But all these setbacks and stupidnesses are making it like "Ha! Haha!!! NO!" GRRRRR!!!!! Damn it! Golly!!! <~~~ Anger
Future news: College. I basically have two choices. 1) Go far, far away and live in my brother's shadow in a cold place around people I might not like learning stuff that won't help me make money or 2) Go to the lesser school full of a much more diverse crowd that is close enough that I would be able to keep my job. The part of me that loves the theater is like "Yes! I'll be able to work there for at least 4 more years!" but the part of me that thinks the place is a rotting hole is like "For the love of God! get out of this town! Don't just walk away, RUN! Run as fast as you can and don't look back!!!" I know I shouldn't make a college decision based on my job, because that would be stupid, but still. What to do?!!
A side note: Hehe. I was in the box talking to my boss about scheduling me to work full time during spring break and he was like "Why would you want to work that much? I know when you're in the box and it gets just a little hot or you're a little bored you start to go crazy. I've seen your little pictures." When he said he had seen my pictures I was thinking "Uh-oh, he's found my messages! No one was supposed to find them yet!" So, I was like "what little pictures?" (innocently) and he opened the cabinet where I had put my latest masterpiece: The Rabbit. Hehe, he found the bunny. A bunch of other people have found the VW I hid in the box, too. (evil laugh) Everything's falling into place now...
That is all.
Job Journal Entry: Friday, March 29th, 2002
I saw lots of people at work tonight that I know: a couple of teachers, some old coworkers and a couple of kids from school. Very weird.
Being there and actually working has reminded me that maybe I don't really like the place so much. I'm starting to see that if I don't quit in August and go away to college, I'm going to lose my mind. Then it's decided? Eh... I don't know...
(AHHH!!!!!! I had some oil left on my hand from the popcorn machine, and I just rubbed my eye, thus getting the oil in my eye! PAIN!!! 911!! 911!!! It's like little ants are eatting my eye...)
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, March 31st, 2002 (12:14 am)
Wow, it's already tomorrow. Hey, that means it's Easter, Happy Easter everyone. I'm so tired, a bunch of random people tonight told me (for no reason) that I don't look so good and need to go home and sleep. Well, now I'm home but I'm too tired to drag myself up the stairs and into bed. A saw another one of my teachers tonight, he seemed really, really tired and confused, so confused. And I knew it, my boss is bitter about the whole sexist thing. Ah, hell.
Other news, the big cheese had me go get his lunch again today. It lead to a bunch of confusion and I think I got screwed four hours because of it. I hope this food thing doesn't become a weekly happening.
Yet other news, it started to rain tonight, and thus the roof showered us with a constant streaming of floodness (Floodness?? I tend to make up words when I'm really tired...). As I was leaving, a new leak developed in the middle of the only stair case. Not good.
A bit more: I know who has the restraining order against who and it all makes sense now. Also, that person who got fired for the whole spitting thing stopped by today to "use the pisser." Seven (out of about 15) employees either quit or were fired this week. That is bad. I think the managers are starting to get a bit worried. After all, a few HUGE movies are coming out soon and we'll need more workers. I'm getting so tired of new people. They're all new. ALL new. I hate it. Let me reflect a moment on the way it used to be with a few quotes: "You're mopping" "Repressed rage" "No" "I clean myself with a rage on a stick" "Miss Mary mac mac mac..." Ok, enough of that. I get the point, work was cool when I worked with cool people, now... Eh
Having been rejected today by the last college I applied to, I think I've made a decision. I will go to the far away school, and thus quit my job. I think I'll hate not knowing what's going on at the place, but 14 months of the place will have been enough, right? Bloody 'ell, I'm going to bed.
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, March 31st, 2002 (11 hours later)
Side note: I'm bitter. The realization has been thrown at me that if I go to a far away college, I will need a reliable car, ie, not a VW bus. (GOD DAMN IT!) I've worked this shit job for almost ten months just so I could buy a VW, and now, it doesn't matter. Sure, I could go ahead and buy one with ALL of my savings and let it sit at my parent's house just so I can drive it a couple of times when I come home, but why the hell would I do that?! I just want to say (sarcasm here) thanks to all the people who helped me so much to reach my goal. Thanks guys, you're the best.
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