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Today wasn't a very good day. Nothing bad happened, it was just a bunch of little things that put me in a bad mood. I got to work, and one of the new girls was on the register I'm usually on. I was really annoyed and bitter about that, but then I felt guilty because it's not like I have a claim on the register. It's just the one I prefer. Then about 5 minutes after I get there, the manager sends me on a trip to Target for milk, half and half and hot dog buns. First, I don't particuarly care for this manager. She gets an attitude sometimes and has a way of telling us to do things that just sounds bossy. I mean, I don't mind being told to do something. But I mind the manner in which I'm told. Second, I hate going to Target for stuff. It's way across at the other side of the mall, it's annoying, and I feel weird walking around the mall in my uniform. Plus carrying the 2 gallons of milk made my arms kinda sore. So that made me grumpy.
Because today was the first weekend since "Shrek 2" was released, we had 4 people on concession, where there's usually 2, maybe 3. I was the last of the 4 to arrive, so I got stuck on the crappiest register. It's the farthest away from the entrance, so it's really hard to actually get to help customers. Because they pass by the other registers first, so they stop there. And it wasn't super busy, so it wasn't like there were lines through the lobby, and all 4 of us on concession had loads of people to help. It was like, a few people would come through, they'd stop at the first two registers, and be on their way. And just when they're leaving, the next group walks up and also stops at the first two registers. It was really fucking frustrating! I still sold 13 combos, but I hate feeling like I could have sold a lot more if only I had more of a chance. Y'know? Especially when the girl next to me sold 21, and I know the guy across from her sold more than that.
So that was really really pissing me off. I was pissed and bitter at the other people on concessions, and then was trying not to be. Because I really shouldn't care this much. But I did, and it was just frustrating as all hell. I wanted to punch something for the longest time. And I wasn't working with Esi or Donna-Rose, so I wasn't feeling as cheerful as usual. The other concession people were all 17 year-olds who went to the same high school. Felt a bit cliquish. Plus I wasn't feeling great and I was exhausted, so that made me even grumpier.
Then, towards the end of the day, Wells brings down a cake. It was for the manager, and it said "Good Luck" on it, because she is graduating from Cornell next week and going back to the Regal Cinema in Rochester. But that felt a bit like a slap in the face. Because it seemed like the cake was for her graduating, but I had just graduated also! And I was working there before she transfered over. She usually works at the Regal in Rochester, and just came here for a little while. So I wasn't sure whether the cake was because tomorrow is her last day at the Regal in Ithaca, or because of graduation. But it just stung a little. Maybe at that point I was taking it way more personally, because I was already in such a sour mood, but I just felt a little forgotten. Especially when Wells said a little while later that he had forgotten about me and the $50 gift certificate he owed me. At least he remembered that he forgot me. =/
The only plus side of all that crap, was that I got to leave an hour early, because I was feeling so beat and icky. Of course it took me another hour to actually get home, thanks to the damn TCAT. But it was nice once I got here. I watched "Pirates Of The Carribbean" and it was very nice indeed. I like on the extras, how they have the entire ride on there. That was fun. Tomorrow I plan to sleep in very late, lounge around and watch DVDs, write my 'thank you' cards, get my resumes ready to mail and have a nice relaxing day. I had offerred to take Nell and Kat to Bistro Q tomorrow with my gift certificate, but I think we're gonna need a rain check on that.
Oh, and apparently I'm gonna need to buy a new monitor for my new computer after all, because now this monitor is getting funny with the colors. It never ends.
Because today was the first weekend since "Shrek 2" was released, we had 4 people on concession, where there's usually 2, maybe 3. I was the last of the 4 to arrive, so I got stuck on the crappiest register. It's the farthest away from the entrance, so it's really hard to actually get to help customers. Because they pass by the other registers first, so they stop there. And it wasn't super busy, so it wasn't like there were lines through the lobby, and all 4 of us on concession had loads of people to help. It was like, a few people would come through, they'd stop at the first two registers, and be on their way. And just when they're leaving, the next group walks up and also stops at the first two registers. It was really fucking frustrating! I still sold 13 combos, but I hate feeling like I could have sold a lot more if only I had more of a chance. Y'know? Especially when the girl next to me sold 21, and I know the guy across from her sold more than that.
So that was really really pissing me off. I was pissed and bitter at the other people on concessions, and then was trying not to be. Because I really shouldn't care this much. But I did, and it was just frustrating as all hell. I wanted to punch something for the longest time. And I wasn't working with Esi or Donna-Rose, so I wasn't feeling as cheerful as usual. The other concession people were all 17 year-olds who went to the same high school. Felt a bit cliquish. Plus I wasn't feeling great and I was exhausted, so that made me even grumpier.
Then, towards the end of the day, Wells brings down a cake. It was for the manager, and it said "Good Luck" on it, because she is graduating from Cornell next week and going back to the Regal Cinema in Rochester. But that felt a bit like a slap in the face. Because it seemed like the cake was for her graduating, but I had just graduated also! And I was working there before she transfered over. She usually works at the Regal in Rochester, and just came here for a little while. So I wasn't sure whether the cake was because tomorrow is her last day at the Regal in Ithaca, or because of graduation. But it just stung a little. Maybe at that point I was taking it way more personally, because I was already in such a sour mood, but I just felt a little forgotten. Especially when Wells said a little while later that he had forgotten about me and the $50 gift certificate he owed me. At least he remembered that he forgot me. =/
The only plus side of all that crap, was that I got to leave an hour early, because I was feeling so beat and icky. Of course it took me another hour to actually get home, thanks to the damn TCAT. But it was nice once I got here. I watched "Pirates Of The Carribbean" and it was very nice indeed. I like on the extras, how they have the entire ride on there. That was fun. Tomorrow I plan to sleep in very late, lounge around and watch DVDs, write my 'thank you' cards, get my resumes ready to mail and have a nice relaxing day. I had offerred to take Nell and Kat to Bistro Q tomorrow with my gift certificate, but I think we're gonna need a rain check on that.
Oh, and apparently I'm gonna need to buy a new monitor for my new computer after all, because now this monitor is getting funny with the colors. It never ends.