October, 2002: One Month Down
October, 2002: One Month Down
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, October 6th, 2002.
Another weekend down. I've now worked at West Tower for one full month. I said I would give it a month and then decide wether or not to stick with it. Well, last weekend I was ready to walk out without giving it another thought, but now I think I might stick around for a while. I don't like most of my coworkers, but the management is all really cool. Also, I know that if I just wait around long enough, I'll outlast all the people I don't like. So, we'll see what happens.
Has anything note-worthy happened at work this weekend? Probably, but I don't remember right now. Stay tuned
Job Journal Entry: Friday, October 11th, 2002.
It's just a job. I think I'm starting to like it, despite hating it. I miss Ridge. That was just a job and I loved it, despite detesting it. Just a job, just a job. Good and bad, bad and good, a source of money. Vivid memories, hope against hope.
Hmmm, not much to report about West Tower. I guess it's not a very interesting place...
Job Journal Entry: Saturday, October 12th, 2002.
Uh-oh. I've sunk to a new low and it may come back to haunt me. Eh, we'll see what happens...
Job Journal Entry: Monday, October 21st, 2002.
Work is good and bad. Friday night, Dee Wallace Stone was doing an ET promo at the theater. It was nothing special. Saturday night also came and went as usual. Then, yesterday I had to work. It was the first sunday I've worked since Ridge closed.
Job Journal Entry: Sunday, October 27th, 2002.
Ok, so last sunday a coworker went crazy and started yelling at me. Not just yelling, but screaming and shouting so loud that everyone in the lobby stopped what they were doing to watch. It sucked. But that was last week and now is in the past.
So what happened this weekend? Eh, nothing too noteworthy. I worked a double on Saturday (my first since Ridge closed). Nothing too exciting. The real excitement happened in the middle of the week.
You probably heard about the whole "Sniper" thing and about how they arrested those two illegal immigrants at a gas station in Richmond (who ended up just being in the wrong place at the wrong time). Well, that whole thing went down about a block from the movie theater so the entire area was shut down. This is kind of freaky because the feds were watching that gas station because the snipers had been there earlier. So, yea, that's the big story, the snipers were right there near the theater. Eh.
That is all.
Job Journal Entry: Wednesday, October 30th, 2002.
I originally started working at Ridge so I could buy a car. After a few months I was able to do so last September. I bought a 1990 Chevy Lumina, the ultimate old lady car. Eventually it lost all it's hubcaps and developed a sever case of leprosy. I've been saving all of my wages again since last september and this week I was able to buy a 1995 Chevy Cavalier two door coupe. Joy. (I'm reminded how my ultimate goal was to buy a VW Bus while in high school. That's perhaps the only thing I regret not getting done in that stage of my life.)
Working at West Tower is ok. I don't really like the work, but the people are all right. I thought I had finally moved on and forgotten about Ridge, but then last night I dreamt it was re-opened for a single week so we could run one film. I was working the concession stand which had relocated to the women's restroom. The buttons on the cash registers weren't labeled so I had to remember which buttons were for which candies. Then I started wondering where all the customers were going to sit since all the seats were removed. Then I woke up. This dream renewed my sadness over the closing of Ridge. :(
Ridge was the best job I've ever had and it's likely that it was the best job I ever will have. Ridge was easy and fun and valuable and historical. The building was huge. I think that's what I miss the most, the space. It had breathing room and cabinet space. It had "secret" passage ways and skeletons in the closets. Things were hidden everywhere, behind every curtain, every screen. The auditoriums could hold people, lots of people, 750, 550, 300 ect. Now the auditoriums hold no people and have no seats. The building is gutted. There are walls, but that's it. No cups, bags, trash cans, brooms, candies, papers or supplies, just walls. If it's ever reopened I'll jump at the chance to work there again. I'll take pay cuts, I'll work for mean bosses, I'll even clean toilets. I know, though, that it would be a mistake to reopen Ridge. The area it's in is dying and the place is a lost cause. It'll be demolished eventually, and that's ok.
West Tower. So tiny, so many video games. Small auditoriums, no more than 100 seats each. Pink. All the walls, floors, lights and counter tops are pink. So much pink.
Anyway, a job is a job. I need to figure out soon, though, what to do for a career. We'll see what happens.
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