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My work is closing down for renovations next Sunday. I found out tonight, and I was there yesterday afternoon. THIS IS THE WARNING THEY GIVE US.
I'm very sad. This is the shitty little cinema that has employed a member of my family for ten or eleven years now. I've been there myself for six years and five months.
I heard there was a "we're closed" party being planned. We're gonna get together after the place closes down and get Kayne so drunk he vomits over the balcony and generally fuck the place up because finally, it's not gonna be us cleaning up.
I know it's gonna reopen, and it's gonna be shiny and new. But it's not going to be my Hoyts any more.
I'm very sad. This is the shitty little cinema that has employed a member of my family for ten or eleven years now. I've been there myself for six years and five months.
I heard there was a "we're closed" party being planned. We're gonna get together after the place closes down and get Kayne so drunk he vomits over the balcony and generally fuck the place up because finally, it's not gonna be us cleaning up.
I know it's gonna reopen, and it's gonna be shiny and new. But it's not going to be my Hoyts any more.