Why I Hate AMC (A Lunatics Rant)
Now i would like to preface this by stating on record that when i began my "career" (haha that's a fucking laugh) at the wonderful corporation known as the American Multi-Cinema, Inc. exactly 14 months ago (today i believe) i was a questionable mental stability. At this time there is no question of my stability, i've gone WAY off the deep end (pretty long ago too i think, maybe around March {hmmm i wonder what was happening then} that my marbles were stolen [and i'm not talking cojones]). As well i would like metion the fact that legally speaking i am physically handicapped. For those of you who do not know, approximately four and a half years ago i was in a car accident in which my right femur was shoved through my acetabulum and in the process crushing the majority of my sciatic nerve effectively shutting down the majority of that leg. For those of you that do know, that is just the beginning. I do not act disabled because for me (to me) it feels like a sign of weakness, but you can see in the way i walk that there is something off.
when i began at good ol' amc, it was a bit of an off time. i really didn't want to be working (but then who ever does) i had just had the last year of my off from having to do anything. i was constant going out, getting stoned all the time, drinking massive amounts, hanging out at dunkin' donuts with my at-the-time-friends like it was my fucking job, and just spending spending spending. in fact in just a 7 month period i spent close to sixty thousand dollars. somehow i managed to keep myself from working for an additional 5 months after all cash dried up. gives you perspective on how small of an amount that such a sum of money is really worth these days. from the interview, it was an odd experience. i was completely over-dressed. nice slacks, shoes, button-down collar shirt, whole nine. sat down for the interview and the guy briefly looked at my application and said "ok, you're over qualified for what we can offer you but you have the job if you want it so lets just complain about hot topic for a little bit". gave me the perspective that we had applied at the topic when he worked in high school, got rejected, and then became a GM to spite them.
i had my first job in over a year, being paid a meager hourly wage of $7.50, it was my job to clean the messes of the sloven masses as well as sling them the popcorn with which to create said messes. a basic shit job, but i figured no worse than any other shit job that someone with shit credit can get these days. in fact it had the potential for being a whole lot better than other shit jobs for the simple idea of getting to watch free movies. now while the first couple of months were alright (they weren't terrible but they weren't good either) i was ofter very tired and my feet hurt a whole lot, but that was to be expected since i had worked for a year and i was fat and lazy. for the most part it was the people that mae me like the job. i was never really friends with any of them, but they all seemed like interesting people and again, they weren't bad. but it was mostly the managers at the time that were really cool. the GM was pretty much a non-entity, but the rest were pretty much all smokers around my age that were film fans for the most part (where as most of the staff was, and still is since it's often revolving, between the ages of 16 and 19). so while i hated it, i still liked it. it wasn't hard, it just sucked (and in the long run that suck factor turned out to really be the best part of the job).
now as with any job, i do take it fairly seriously. chat, have a good time, whatever, as long as you do you're fucking work and do it right. now some of the kids would piss me off by their laziness, but that's to be expected from kids. i have had several different jobs over the years and have held many different positions (both officially and unofficially). in other words, i was well trained. the training at amc is one of the biggest (and longest and worst) jokes that i've ever had to sit through. seriously, we all still laugh about the roger lodge (of TVs blind date) sexual harassment video. it's pretty damn funny. but the point is i know how to work, so when i try to tell others what do in order to get things done in a better manner, i don't mean it as a command but a recommendation just because i know. that's the problem with having strong leadership qualities (and fuck you if you think i'm talking about being a lead at amc {the only reason i am not more is because i have shit credit}). but being a natural leader, it makes everything you say sound like a command. i try as hard as i can not to, but sometime in the heat of the moment it can be hard to adjust ones tone.
but then the GM left, it wasn't very noticeable to me, but it's something i knew happened. but just before he left, two new managers came to help with the adjustment, neither one a GM but still there nonetheless. one a really cool guy who fit in fairly well with the other cool managers already there (but a bit older and also a bit more mature) and the other was a horrible ill-educated and generally bad spirited cunt. it made things suck more for a while because things were a bit less organized so more hectic.
the start of the real fun came either last july or august (i can't remember which) but i was outside smoking a cigarette, when i saw a small group of kids sneaking into a theater through the fire exit. so i see them, they see me so they're rushing to get in while i'm calling out to them and hopping off the loading dock to go over the get them out. now the drop off of the loading dock is probably about 5 feet i would say. not a whole lot, and fairly easy to jump down, if i had had two good legs. since my right leg was weakened, when i hopped down, i landed in a odd way and subsequently fucked. at the time i had thought that i had just sprained my ankle, but with limited nerve activity there is limited feeling. i have come to realize though that that idea was incorrect, that i had actually broken my ankle (if you look at my achilles tendon it's pretty obvious). but without insurance, i never went to the hospital, never had it xrayed, and was back at work a week later. then for the next three weeks i did nothing but take tickets, while my ankle continued to heal in a broken position. factor a displaced ankle in with the four previously broken metatarsals (that healed fucked [no insurance]) and three broken toes (and now two more), as well as areas of hypersensitivity (and the doctors said the nerves likely wouldn't refire, fuck them). now what all of this mean is that generally, if i'm awake and moving and bearing any weight at all on the ankle, i'm (to some extent) in pain, constantly. again, i try not to show it, but occasionally it can't be avoided.
not long after the cunt came, she was gone. and the people rejoice. we also got a new GM who didn't seem like a bad guy. at least when he started he seemed to kind of listen. such as speaking to him about how low the wages were and how so many other places around paid a whole lot better, so he raised all employees over eighteen 50 cents. i know, not a whole lot, but you're all welcome. but then we lost the awesome manager we had got a really big prick (and no i don't mean he's shaped like a large penis), but we also got a new manager to replace the cunt who was pretty damn cute in a odd way (with a great ass {just the way i like it}). not too long after she started working there we went on a date type thing. well it might have had potential for a date but i was so adamant about it not being a date because i didn't want her to feel uncomfortable at all since she was a higher up and i was a lead by this time i think (i'm fairly certain, so wow a whole $8.50/hour). but this was when i thought was she sweet still. wow i can't believe how attracted i was to her, fuck still am... though it has changed a bit in it's perversion. i should also note that at this time i had been askd to be an OC (in fact i was asked two day after becoming a lead to be an OC) also i was asked to be the AA, but had to decline due to the fact that i had shit credit.
so stupid people come and go, whether it be the "guests" or just the ignorant employees (or at that time primarily idiotic). pain still being the general state. management started listening less and less as the "old regime" slowly moved on and they move more managers in. now the thing that had made the floor somewhat bearable was that when i wanted to be alone i could tell the other usher to go clean the next theater while i finish the one i'm in myself and then go onto the one after the theater the rest are in. it worked well for me. then for a while i asked to be trained up in the projection booth. i knew all the floor jobs, and i couldn't become an OC and anything in management because of my shit credit, so i wanted to learn booth. well it was part my inquisitive nature, but the main reasoning behind it was so that if any help was ever need if (if something fucked up per se). so after about two months (at least) of asked to be trained (with the only delay the three weeks prior to my training being the training of a fucktard that was sent up there from premium).
my first day in booth, the then manager shows me how to lace the tree and the projector three times, this takes all of 15 minutes before i'm bored and ask if i can lace the next one. he lets me. about an hour or two later i'm always lacing them proper, and by the end of the shift i'm lacing them near perfect (damn loops). i come in the next morning for another day of training only to learn that the booth manager was in a car accident and won't be in, i was on my own. so my second day of training (after the guy before me took three weeks to train and was still fucking shit up) and i have my first booth shift. i couldn't build or break yet, but i also wasn't scratching any prints or really fucking anything up in general (unlike a certain fucktard that DESTROYED four prints in a three week period [two of which being a print of blades of glory and a replacement print of blades of glory] as well as his constant useless stoned state. now while i too am a stoner, i can get baked and still function at a level that no one really knows that i'm stoned, but this kid was just a fucking loser). but i tear shit up in there, it's all just so damn easy but at least it's somewhat less mundane to me than say sweeping theaters.
but again then the shit began. first the booth manager left, then one of the main projectionist, then another less main projectionist left. this left the theater with one guy who work one or two days a week (no more than a total of 10 hours), a guy on the weekends, and a guy on every other weekend, oh and me with minor assistance from the maintenance dork, i mean, manager (hmm, why is his truck so big), the SN and his little protege (with whom i never saw eye to eye {but that might be because he never paid attention and also never listened to a word i said [it fucking sucks when you know more than the managers but they refuse to listen because they are fools]}). so i went from constant pain at 30-35 hours a week suddenly to close to or more than 50 hours a week getting the shit kicked out me. this was late february/early march maybe. now this wasn't the best booth to begin with, so the fact that 13 of 16 theaters had something wrong with them didn't make things easier. also by this time, management no longer listened to me at all. so when i said that we needed to get someone in to fix the damn problems, no one listened. why? because fixing the problems would be the common sense answer. by now the GM had asked me to become booth manager and this was the first time i wish that i didn't have shit credit because booth manager is the one management job i think i would even want. but again i had to say no because of my shit credit.
so time passes, shit sucks. sometime (when i'm working myself to death) they raise me to $9.50 (which i can't tell any of the OCs i make because they make around the same or a little more so they might get jealous {dumb fucks}). but what inevitably pisses me off is to know that the fucktard was also being paid the same, before he quit, for essentially ruining prints and fucking up (and that it was such a big deal that i was being paid that while i was acting as the booth manager for around three and a half months. but then they hired a new booth manager, the last whole ever should have been booth manager. he's a good guy, good sense of humor, my sense of humor, fairly lax, and makes a specific point ot let me know that if there's a late night that i want to watch a movie with a couple friends that he doesn't have a problem sticking around to be the manager building. pretty much a generally decent guy. walks out his eighth never to return. then they offered it to me again and again i said shit credit but also again i said that they're never going to find anyone while shit is as fucked as it was.
now since i went into the booth, i became totally disconnected from the floor for the most part. a few that i said hi to now and then or whatever, but for the most part i had totally sunk into my mind. but shit starts to suck less, people a coming back from school so they can work some more. plus we had another guy (that slipped my mind for a few he also worked ever other weekend). but many people started working more during the week so i regained a little sanity dropping to a steady 40-43 hours weekly, which worked well for me. but people shuffle around, some leave, some return. one who return pushed me from who i was. not a bad guy, a little eh, but not bad. after a very short time in the booth, he suddenly becomes the booth manager.
now at this time, i'm friendly with (since i'm not sure if i would say that i'm really friends with many if any that i work with. it doesn't mean i don't like them, but still how many do i really see outside of work or outside of just after work) some of the floor staff (red shirts, but mostly the leads). with the last manager that i was friendly with gone, i had the feeling that all of management hated me or disliked me to some extent (while i feel like most of the OCs were just kind of indifferent). now i can understand why i felt like that, i'm sure a large part of it was my own mind, but my mind will over magnify what's already there.
now something that would often try to do (if i was working or not) is wednesday i would typically try to build up a few prints. now if it was a night i came in to build when i was then i came into build something that i wanted to watch, but still i usually built up more than just a singular print. why? because i'm an asshole? no? oh because i'm actually a good guy. thanks for coming in on your day off to do something for up tj. thanks for going out of your way to make sure that we have entertainment.
now these days, i've been all but pushed out of the booth because the booth manager hates. and the majority of the floor shifts i been stuck up have been with all of the ones who are seen as the oddest and most annoying. it's a good things that those are the people i like the most. or at least are the easiest to get alone with since while they might be strange they're not assholes. but that's the manager who makes the schedule hating me, but she has for some time for some inexplicable reason.
in conclusion, i hate amc because i'm under appreciated (a simple thank you or good work goes a long way) and (the major reason) i feel so hated all the time oh and pushed out (but they've been trying to push me out of the booth for sometime (also for perplexing reasons since i'm the best one up there [but maybe that's why {and also why they only have me on thursdays since they can't deny that i am best at building prints} so fuck them] assholes).
also if you don't hate me yet, just know that i would have sex with almost any female that does or has worked at the amc i do. i think there are maybe 5 or 6 that i can think that i flat out wouldn't. but if age wasn't any concern (or a cunty attitude) then yes, many many.
The NewFound Brother, out
when i began at good ol' amc, it was a bit of an off time. i really didn't want to be working (but then who ever does) i had just had the last year of my off from having to do anything. i was constant going out, getting stoned all the time, drinking massive amounts, hanging out at dunkin' donuts with my at-the-time-friends like it was my fucking job, and just spending spending spending. in fact in just a 7 month period i spent close to sixty thousand dollars. somehow i managed to keep myself from working for an additional 5 months after all cash dried up. gives you perspective on how small of an amount that such a sum of money is really worth these days. from the interview, it was an odd experience. i was completely over-dressed. nice slacks, shoes, button-down collar shirt, whole nine. sat down for the interview and the guy briefly looked at my application and said "ok, you're over qualified for what we can offer you but you have the job if you want it so lets just complain about hot topic for a little bit". gave me the perspective that we had applied at the topic when he worked in high school, got rejected, and then became a GM to spite them.
i had my first job in over a year, being paid a meager hourly wage of $7.50, it was my job to clean the messes of the sloven masses as well as sling them the popcorn with which to create said messes. a basic shit job, but i figured no worse than any other shit job that someone with shit credit can get these days. in fact it had the potential for being a whole lot better than other shit jobs for the simple idea of getting to watch free movies. now while the first couple of months were alright (they weren't terrible but they weren't good either) i was ofter very tired and my feet hurt a whole lot, but that was to be expected since i had worked for a year and i was fat and lazy. for the most part it was the people that mae me like the job. i was never really friends with any of them, but they all seemed like interesting people and again, they weren't bad. but it was mostly the managers at the time that were really cool. the GM was pretty much a non-entity, but the rest were pretty much all smokers around my age that were film fans for the most part (where as most of the staff was, and still is since it's often revolving, between the ages of 16 and 19). so while i hated it, i still liked it. it wasn't hard, it just sucked (and in the long run that suck factor turned out to really be the best part of the job).
now as with any job, i do take it fairly seriously. chat, have a good time, whatever, as long as you do you're fucking work and do it right. now some of the kids would piss me off by their laziness, but that's to be expected from kids. i have had several different jobs over the years and have held many different positions (both officially and unofficially). in other words, i was well trained. the training at amc is one of the biggest (and longest and worst) jokes that i've ever had to sit through. seriously, we all still laugh about the roger lodge (of TVs blind date) sexual harassment video. it's pretty damn funny. but the point is i know how to work, so when i try to tell others what do in order to get things done in a better manner, i don't mean it as a command but a recommendation just because i know. that's the problem with having strong leadership qualities (and fuck you if you think i'm talking about being a lead at amc {the only reason i am not more is because i have shit credit}). but being a natural leader, it makes everything you say sound like a command. i try as hard as i can not to, but sometime in the heat of the moment it can be hard to adjust ones tone.
but then the GM left, it wasn't very noticeable to me, but it's something i knew happened. but just before he left, two new managers came to help with the adjustment, neither one a GM but still there nonetheless. one a really cool guy who fit in fairly well with the other cool managers already there (but a bit older and also a bit more mature) and the other was a horrible ill-educated and generally bad spirited cunt. it made things suck more for a while because things were a bit less organized so more hectic.
the start of the real fun came either last july or august (i can't remember which) but i was outside smoking a cigarette, when i saw a small group of kids sneaking into a theater through the fire exit. so i see them, they see me so they're rushing to get in while i'm calling out to them and hopping off the loading dock to go over the get them out. now the drop off of the loading dock is probably about 5 feet i would say. not a whole lot, and fairly easy to jump down, if i had had two good legs. since my right leg was weakened, when i hopped down, i landed in a odd way and subsequently fucked. at the time i had thought that i had just sprained my ankle, but with limited nerve activity there is limited feeling. i have come to realize though that that idea was incorrect, that i had actually broken my ankle (if you look at my achilles tendon it's pretty obvious). but without insurance, i never went to the hospital, never had it xrayed, and was back at work a week later. then for the next three weeks i did nothing but take tickets, while my ankle continued to heal in a broken position. factor a displaced ankle in with the four previously broken metatarsals (that healed fucked [no insurance]) and three broken toes (and now two more), as well as areas of hypersensitivity (and the doctors said the nerves likely wouldn't refire, fuck them). now what all of this mean is that generally, if i'm awake and moving and bearing any weight at all on the ankle, i'm (to some extent) in pain, constantly. again, i try not to show it, but occasionally it can't be avoided.
not long after the cunt came, she was gone. and the people rejoice. we also got a new GM who didn't seem like a bad guy. at least when he started he seemed to kind of listen. such as speaking to him about how low the wages were and how so many other places around paid a whole lot better, so he raised all employees over eighteen 50 cents. i know, not a whole lot, but you're all welcome. but then we lost the awesome manager we had got a really big prick (and no i don't mean he's shaped like a large penis), but we also got a new manager to replace the cunt who was pretty damn cute in a odd way (with a great ass {just the way i like it}). not too long after she started working there we went on a date type thing. well it might have had potential for a date but i was so adamant about it not being a date because i didn't want her to feel uncomfortable at all since she was a higher up and i was a lead by this time i think (i'm fairly certain, so wow a whole $8.50/hour). but this was when i thought was she sweet still. wow i can't believe how attracted i was to her, fuck still am... though it has changed a bit in it's perversion. i should also note that at this time i had been askd to be an OC (in fact i was asked two day after becoming a lead to be an OC) also i was asked to be the AA, but had to decline due to the fact that i had shit credit.
so stupid people come and go, whether it be the "guests" or just the ignorant employees (or at that time primarily idiotic). pain still being the general state. management started listening less and less as the "old regime" slowly moved on and they move more managers in. now the thing that had made the floor somewhat bearable was that when i wanted to be alone i could tell the other usher to go clean the next theater while i finish the one i'm in myself and then go onto the one after the theater the rest are in. it worked well for me. then for a while i asked to be trained up in the projection booth. i knew all the floor jobs, and i couldn't become an OC and anything in management because of my shit credit, so i wanted to learn booth. well it was part my inquisitive nature, but the main reasoning behind it was so that if any help was ever need if (if something fucked up per se). so after about two months (at least) of asked to be trained (with the only delay the three weeks prior to my training being the training of a fucktard that was sent up there from premium).
my first day in booth, the then manager shows me how to lace the tree and the projector three times, this takes all of 15 minutes before i'm bored and ask if i can lace the next one. he lets me. about an hour or two later i'm always lacing them proper, and by the end of the shift i'm lacing them near perfect (damn loops). i come in the next morning for another day of training only to learn that the booth manager was in a car accident and won't be in, i was on my own. so my second day of training (after the guy before me took three weeks to train and was still fucking shit up) and i have my first booth shift. i couldn't build or break yet, but i also wasn't scratching any prints or really fucking anything up in general (unlike a certain fucktard that DESTROYED four prints in a three week period [two of which being a print of blades of glory and a replacement print of blades of glory] as well as his constant useless stoned state. now while i too am a stoner, i can get baked and still function at a level that no one really knows that i'm stoned, but this kid was just a fucking loser). but i tear shit up in there, it's all just so damn easy but at least it's somewhat less mundane to me than say sweeping theaters.
but again then the shit began. first the booth manager left, then one of the main projectionist, then another less main projectionist left. this left the theater with one guy who work one or two days a week (no more than a total of 10 hours), a guy on the weekends, and a guy on every other weekend, oh and me with minor assistance from the maintenance dork, i mean, manager (hmm, why is his truck so big), the SN and his little protege (with whom i never saw eye to eye {but that might be because he never paid attention and also never listened to a word i said [it fucking sucks when you know more than the managers but they refuse to listen because they are fools]}). so i went from constant pain at 30-35 hours a week suddenly to close to or more than 50 hours a week getting the shit kicked out me. this was late february/early march maybe. now this wasn't the best booth to begin with, so the fact that 13 of 16 theaters had something wrong with them didn't make things easier. also by this time, management no longer listened to me at all. so when i said that we needed to get someone in to fix the damn problems, no one listened. why? because fixing the problems would be the common sense answer. by now the GM had asked me to become booth manager and this was the first time i wish that i didn't have shit credit because booth manager is the one management job i think i would even want. but again i had to say no because of my shit credit.
so time passes, shit sucks. sometime (when i'm working myself to death) they raise me to $9.50 (which i can't tell any of the OCs i make because they make around the same or a little more so they might get jealous {dumb fucks}). but what inevitably pisses me off is to know that the fucktard was also being paid the same, before he quit, for essentially ruining prints and fucking up (and that it was such a big deal that i was being paid that while i was acting as the booth manager for around three and a half months. but then they hired a new booth manager, the last whole ever should have been booth manager. he's a good guy, good sense of humor, my sense of humor, fairly lax, and makes a specific point ot let me know that if there's a late night that i want to watch a movie with a couple friends that he doesn't have a problem sticking around to be the manager building. pretty much a generally decent guy. walks out his eighth never to return. then they offered it to me again and again i said shit credit but also again i said that they're never going to find anyone while shit is as fucked as it was.
now since i went into the booth, i became totally disconnected from the floor for the most part. a few that i said hi to now and then or whatever, but for the most part i had totally sunk into my mind. but shit starts to suck less, people a coming back from school so they can work some more. plus we had another guy (that slipped my mind for a few he also worked ever other weekend). but many people started working more during the week so i regained a little sanity dropping to a steady 40-43 hours weekly, which worked well for me. but people shuffle around, some leave, some return. one who return pushed me from who i was. not a bad guy, a little eh, but not bad. after a very short time in the booth, he suddenly becomes the booth manager.
now at this time, i'm friendly with (since i'm not sure if i would say that i'm really friends with many if any that i work with. it doesn't mean i don't like them, but still how many do i really see outside of work or outside of just after work) some of the floor staff (red shirts, but mostly the leads). with the last manager that i was friendly with gone, i had the feeling that all of management hated me or disliked me to some extent (while i feel like most of the OCs were just kind of indifferent). now i can understand why i felt like that, i'm sure a large part of it was my own mind, but my mind will over magnify what's already there.
now something that would often try to do (if i was working or not) is wednesday i would typically try to build up a few prints. now if it was a night i came in to build when i was then i came into build something that i wanted to watch, but still i usually built up more than just a singular print. why? because i'm an asshole? no? oh because i'm actually a good guy. thanks for coming in on your day off to do something for up tj. thanks for going out of your way to make sure that we have entertainment.
now these days, i've been all but pushed out of the booth because the booth manager hates. and the majority of the floor shifts i been stuck up have been with all of the ones who are seen as the oddest and most annoying. it's a good things that those are the people i like the most. or at least are the easiest to get alone with since while they might be strange they're not assholes. but that's the manager who makes the schedule hating me, but she has for some time for some inexplicable reason.
in conclusion, i hate amc because i'm under appreciated (a simple thank you or good work goes a long way) and (the major reason) i feel so hated all the time oh and pushed out (but they've been trying to push me out of the booth for sometime (also for perplexing reasons since i'm the best one up there [but maybe that's why {and also why they only have me on thursdays since they can't deny that i am best at building prints} so fuck them] assholes).
also if you don't hate me yet, just know that i would have sex with almost any female that does or has worked at the amc i do. i think there are maybe 5 or 6 that i can think that i flat out wouldn't. but if age wasn't any concern (or a cunty attitude) then yes, many many.
The NewFound Brother, out