October, 2001: A Moment to Reflect
October, 2001: A Moment to Reflect
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, Oct. 7th, 2001.
Interesting stuff. The big cheese from corporate is coming to the theater on Tuesday, so we've all been in another cleaning frenzy the past few days. I spent a couple hours Saturday cleaning out a room I didn't even know existed which used to be a bathroom, but is now just storage. Strangely, in the middle of the floor there was a big spot that looked like someone died there. Even stranger was last night when I peered into an open door that I've never noticed before, and saw an entire concession stand hidden behind a wall, seemingly out of use for years.
Fun: Today, while "cleaning stuff" a coworker and I filled a bunch of rubber gloves with water and threw them at each other like water balloons. Hehe
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, Oct. 27th, 2001.
Work continues. I never heard anything about the visit from the high-ups, so I guess the theater is in ok shape.
The actual working aspect of my job (the having to make popcorn, get drinks, sell tickets, ect.) sucks. Shoveling popcorn just isn't fun. It's the people part of the job that keeps me pimping out my weekends to the movie theater.
From the customers I've learned a lot about human nature and how we all sometimes take for granted the common worker (much of this I also learned in my first job, King's Dominion). But I've also noticed that with a smile and a bit of sarcastic upselling (and maybe a little commentary about the movies) I can make some minute connection with the common stranger, and that is awesome.
Aside from the customers, there are my coworkers (I could say much about them). They are all so different from the people I am around five days a week at school. So completely separate are the two that they cannot be compared. (By working with these people I've come to see how shallow and fake the people at school are, but that's what high school is all about, shallowness and pretense.) I work with a couple of geniuses: smart people who think outside the lines and are (at times) perplexing to be around (side note: their lack of restrictions on higher brain power sometimes give way to assholeness [new word]). I also work with a 20 year old guy that writes and produces his own music (in addition to finishing college and supporting himself; I think he’ll go far in life). Of course, I’ve worked with a person or two who may wake up in ten years and realize they’ve been stupid with their life, but unable to accept that fact, they’ll continue to waste away until they’re really old and incapable of squeezing any bit of usefulness from their existence. Still, I work with a sweet older lady, a handicapped gentleman and a few people that I don’t, and never will, know anything about.
Other stuff: we have a cafe attached to our concession stand, but we've never really had to use it because no one really goes to the movies and wants coffee. However, we're going to start getting artsy movies, so the management thinks the cafe sales will sky rocket. What does this mean? It means I have to figure out how to make latte’s, expresso’s, moca capachino’s and frappachino’s. Joy…
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