Guess it was only a matter of time.
Jun. 14th, 2006 12:20 pmToday was apparently my day for idiots. First off, the loud combo lady. I'll give her that it was early in the morning and I was still a touch groggy, but that's no reason to be a jerk.
Lady: *comes up, orders Starburst for Kid A and Kid B and one medium drink* *discusses getting popcorn with kids*
Me: If you get the medium popcorn to make it a number three (medium popcorn and medium drink) combo, the candy is discounted. *pushes the combos like a good little salesperson*
Lady: All right, I'll do that.
Me: *fetches a medium popcorn, the rings her up*
Lady: *pays and goes to condiment table* *comes back thirty seconds later* Where's [Kid B's] popcorn?
Me: What?
Lady: I told you three times! We wanted two combos with the candies. *thrusts reciept in my face*
Me: *lost* I'm sorry, I didn't understand.
Lady: You said the candy was included in the cost of the combo! You didn't explain it well enough!
Concession manager: *comes over to see what's going on*
Lady: I told her three times that I wanted the combos. *nearly shrieking at this point*
Me: *scurries to get the medium popcorn* And what did you want for the soda?
Lady: Sprite. I told you three times! And how much am I paying for the other combo? *annoyed tone* I'll guess I'll just get that. *thrusts credit card at me*
Me: *rings up, resisting the urge to scream* Enjoy your movie.
Lady: You need to explain yourself better.
Me: I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. *barest tiny hint of anger, making claw hands beneath the counter*
Lady: *stomps off*
Me: Aargh!
And then I am turned on by a fellow employee later on. Wait, that came out wrong. I mean they turned on me...you know what I mean!
Employee woman: *comes over to concessions* I need someone strong to help move the ladder (a cherry-picker like structure. Large, but on wheels so it is easy to move).
Me: Mememe! *holds up hand*
Woman: No, I need a boy.
Me: ...oh, hell no. *runs out from behind concessions to help*
Woman: *stands in my way* No, we don't need a female.
Me: *mild cursing* *ignores and goes past, grabbing on to the ladder. Because I am secretly a big burly man who takes hormones.*
Woman: *groans and leaves*
And all this in the scant four hours I worked today.
Lady: *comes up, orders Starburst for Kid A and Kid B and one medium drink* *discusses getting popcorn with kids*
Me: If you get the medium popcorn to make it a number three (medium popcorn and medium drink) combo, the candy is discounted. *pushes the combos like a good little salesperson*
Lady: All right, I'll do that.
Me: *fetches a medium popcorn, the rings her up*
Lady: *pays and goes to condiment table* *comes back thirty seconds later* Where's [Kid B's] popcorn?
Me: What?
Lady: I told you three times! We wanted two combos with the candies. *thrusts reciept in my face*
Me: *lost* I'm sorry, I didn't understand.
Lady: You said the candy was included in the cost of the combo! You didn't explain it well enough!
Concession manager: *comes over to see what's going on*
Lady: I told her three times that I wanted the combos. *nearly shrieking at this point*
Me: *scurries to get the medium popcorn* And what did you want for the soda?
Lady: Sprite. I told you three times! And how much am I paying for the other combo? *annoyed tone* I'll guess I'll just get that. *thrusts credit card at me*
Me: *rings up, resisting the urge to scream* Enjoy your movie.
Lady: You need to explain yourself better.
Me: I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. *barest tiny hint of anger, making claw hands beneath the counter*
Lady: *stomps off*
Me: Aargh!
And then I am turned on by a fellow employee later on. Wait, that came out wrong. I mean they turned on me...you know what I mean!
Employee woman: *comes over to concessions* I need someone strong to help move the ladder (a cherry-picker like structure. Large, but on wheels so it is easy to move).
Me: Mememe! *holds up hand*
Woman: No, I need a boy.
Me: ...oh, hell no. *runs out from behind concessions to help*
Woman: *stands in my way* No, we don't need a female.
Me: *mild cursing* *ignores and goes past, grabbing on to the ladder. Because I am secretly a big burly man who takes hormones.*
Woman: *groans and leaves*
And all this in the scant four hours I worked today.
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Date: 2006-06-14 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:16 pm (UTC)Me: Mememe! *holds up hand*
Woman: No, I need a boy.
That sounds to me like she was looking for an excuse to be on her own with a male employee, for various reasons of her own. Or do I just have a one-track, suspicious little mind? :P *cuddles and offers chocolate*
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Date: 2006-06-14 08:25 pm (UTC)That plus she was 45-50 or so and most concessioneers are around 18.
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Date: 2006-06-14 08:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:35 pm (UTC)I have permission to use someone else's work in my deviation. Now what?
Providing proof of permission
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Date: 2006-06-14 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 08:54 pm (UTC)An email will be good, I think.
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Date: 2006-06-14 10:49 pm (UTC)the ones with children are the ones to look out for.
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Date: 2006-06-14 11:43 pm (UTC)