Box Office Blues
Box Office, 23 June, 2006: Well let's see: my whole night (from 6:00 P.M to 10:30 P.M. -- oh those looong, crazy hours) practically consisted of me sitting in the box office (or the Box of Doom, as I like to call it. Or on my A.D.H.D. days, it's then deemed the Glass Case of Emotion. Thank you, Ron Burgundy!), and printing out tickets (the new movie Click featuring Adam Sandler being the top choice among the people).
Still, even when doing such simple-minded work as hitting a button and giving back change, there are always going to be those customers that were more than likely beaten with the mighty stick (in some cases a branch) of dumbassery to keep me on my toes. Confusion on both parts then follows. Though, to be fair, it doesn't take all that much to confuse me, only to send me into a whirlwind of chronic fits of befuddlement. It's not a pretty sight, I assure you. Amusing, of course.
But yes, today I had the privilege of working in box office aaaall over again -- only this time, I got to work a double in the aforementioned Box of Doom and/or Glass Case of Emotion! "Fuck!", says I!
Oh, my boss and the joy she bestows upon my life. She makes me feel young again. Sigh.
Box Office, 24 June, 2006: Today, quite honestly, was one of the longest days I have ever had the misfortune of being somewhat coherent through (I ended up going to a friends house last night. Everyone was practically shit-faced, except myself. I was more so tired from the busy day prior, and felt irreparably forlorn through the majority of the party since practically everyone there were couples...god, I'm pathetic. And I digress. Anyway, I ended up getting only four hours of sleep, knowing good and well of the grueling day ahead).
By the time six o'clock came around, I was more than prepared to stab myself in the eye with a writing utensil that I had been eyeing for the majority of the day.
I suppose I'm being a wee bit dramatic...except when it comes to this one fucker that approached the box office (strutting toward the movie theatre wearing ladies sunglasses and that "I have an extremely small penis, so I have to compensate for paying for my GRRRL'S ticket to fool her into thinking I have the big bucks whenever I can whip out $10.00 that my parents gave me before we came to the mall" look about him. Fucking douche bag), and he asks for two tickets to 2 Fast 2 Furious (shocker!).
I politely asked him to repeat how many tickets he needed considering the asshat mumbled his words, and it can be hard to hear in there to begin with.
So the motherfucking dickwad has the audacity to repeat what he said, only reeeeaally sloooowly, as if I'm the fucking retard. What really got to me was his tone -- so I, usually being the kind of person to get hurt by such things and can be easily confused with a doormat, said in an equally "fuck YOU" sort of tone, "I'm SORRY. I DIDN'T HEAR YOU. ::jerks his douchey money out of his douchey hand and tosses him his douchey tickets::"
Goddamnit, I hate people. ::inaudible mumbles and grumbles::
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I work again tomorrow, sans the extra shift..thank god. I think the only thing that keeps me sane around that place anymore are my fellow employee's. Not only because they're the best people in the world, but they also feel my ever-present disdain toward the customers.
Now I'm beginning to really wonder what Brian Boitano would do..
Peace in the Middle East/Make Love, Not War/Free Tibet/Save the Whales/Click It or Ticket/Be Safe, Be Courteous/Death to Humanity, et cetera.
Fin.
Still, even when doing such simple-minded work as hitting a button and giving back change, there are always going to be those customers that were more than likely beaten with the mighty stick (in some cases a branch) of dumbassery to keep me on my toes. Confusion on both parts then follows. Though, to be fair, it doesn't take all that much to confuse me, only to send me into a whirlwind of chronic fits of befuddlement. It's not a pretty sight, I assure you. Amusing, of course.
But yes, today I had the privilege of working in box office aaaall over again -- only this time, I got to work a double in the aforementioned Box of Doom and/or Glass Case of Emotion! "Fuck!", says I!
Oh, my boss and the joy she bestows upon my life. She makes me feel young again. Sigh.
Box Office, 24 June, 2006: Today, quite honestly, was one of the longest days I have ever had the misfortune of being somewhat coherent through (I ended up going to a friends house last night. Everyone was practically shit-faced, except myself. I was more so tired from the busy day prior, and felt irreparably forlorn through the majority of the party since practically everyone there were couples...god, I'm pathetic. And I digress. Anyway, I ended up getting only four hours of sleep, knowing good and well of the grueling day ahead).
By the time six o'clock came around, I was more than prepared to stab myself in the eye with a writing utensil that I had been eyeing for the majority of the day.
I suppose I'm being a wee bit dramatic...except when it comes to this one fucker that approached the box office (strutting toward the movie theatre wearing ladies sunglasses and that "I have an extremely small penis, so I have to compensate for paying for my GRRRL'S ticket to fool her into thinking I have the big bucks whenever I can whip out $10.00 that my parents gave me before we came to the mall" look about him. Fucking douche bag), and he asks for two tickets to 2 Fast 2 Furious (shocker!).
I politely asked him to repeat how many tickets he needed considering the asshat mumbled his words, and it can be hard to hear in there to begin with.
So the motherfucking dickwad has the audacity to repeat what he said, only reeeeaally sloooowly, as if I'm the fucking retard. What really got to me was his tone -- so I, usually being the kind of person to get hurt by such things and can be easily confused with a doormat, said in an equally "fuck YOU" sort of tone, "I'm SORRY. I DIDN'T HEAR YOU. ::jerks his douchey money out of his douchey hand and tosses him his douchey tickets::"
Goddamnit, I hate people. ::inaudible mumbles and grumbles::
[/end rant]
I work again tomorrow, sans the extra shift..thank god. I think the only thing that keeps me sane around that place anymore are my fellow employee's. Not only because they're the best people in the world, but they also feel my ever-present disdain toward the customers.
Now I'm beginning to really wonder what Brian Boitano would do..
Peace in the Middle East/Make Love, Not War/Free Tibet/Save the Whales/Click It or Ticket/Be Safe, Be Courteous/Death to Humanity, et cetera.
Fin.