"I got grapefruit btw. Expect awful typing from.. no."
I'm irritated! Hurray, I finally have an emotion to put on my LJ.
I'm Head Usher at work, as you all should know by now. I think I mention it at least once every ten seconds. Sooooo... I like ushering. It's my "thing."
We had a supervisor meeting tonight and at the end it was revealed that for one month every supervisor (but two!) would supervise another area of the cinema. Ummm, ok. So I'm thinking, "please the bar, please the bar..." My manager comes to me, and by this time two people off the concessions stands had moved to other areas, so I pretty much figured what was going to happen to me. I said, "Don't say it!" to my manager, but he said it anyway, haha. Daaaaaaaamn. I have to work on the stand. Popcorn, drinks, all that crap. I have to wear a crappy hat and a silly apron. AND I have no idea what I'm doing (and they expect me to supervise everyone?).
I feel out of my depth. I like to be GREAT at things, and I can't be a great stand supervisor instantly. Plus I'll be embarrassed. The uniform. It's disgusting. It's hard enough for me when people "from my past" show up at the cinema, but if they see me on the stand in the silly outfit I think I'll just cry. Shrivel up. URGH. This all starts on Friday. I am about to have a VERY bad month.
Tony said to me tonight, "You're going to go home and blog about this aren't you?" haha. Yep.
FUCK. Man. It's like working McDonald's. Don't wanna do iiiiit (more whining). Another job needed.
It's snowing here. Out of nowhere. All day. I was cold walking in that. Wet feet. Kinda crabby am I.
I'm Head Usher at work, as you all should know by now. I think I mention it at least once every ten seconds. Sooooo... I like ushering. It's my "thing."
We had a supervisor meeting tonight and at the end it was revealed that for one month every supervisor (but two!) would supervise another area of the cinema. Ummm, ok. So I'm thinking, "please the bar, please the bar..." My manager comes to me, and by this time two people off the concessions stands had moved to other areas, so I pretty much figured what was going to happen to me. I said, "Don't say it!" to my manager, but he said it anyway, haha. Daaaaaaaamn. I have to work on the stand. Popcorn, drinks, all that crap. I have to wear a crappy hat and a silly apron. AND I have no idea what I'm doing (and they expect me to supervise everyone?).
I feel out of my depth. I like to be GREAT at things, and I can't be a great stand supervisor instantly. Plus I'll be embarrassed. The uniform. It's disgusting. It's hard enough for me when people "from my past" show up at the cinema, but if they see me on the stand in the silly outfit I think I'll just cry. Shrivel up. URGH. This all starts on Friday. I am about to have a VERY bad month.
Tony said to me tonight, "You're going to go home and blog about this aren't you?" haha. Yep.
FUCK. Man. It's like working McDonald's. Don't wanna do iiiiit (more whining). Another job needed.
It's snowing here. Out of nowhere. All day. I was cold walking in that. Wet feet. Kinda crabby am I.