| Another day at the Cinema. |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|07:15 pm] |
It may have not been discussed yet but I work at an unnamed cinema. My work is situated in a very undesirable suburb which can be described as Tightarse-Ville. Everyone is out for a bloody bargain. The role of the cinema is to entertain, and yet we draw delinquent youths and slack jawed women who insist on ruining my day while trying to tell me in some undecipherable language that they are a "concession". Concession is a ticket that is issued to the poor, students, disabled etc. I'd prefer if the customer told me which film they'd like to see, but all I tend to get is "CONCESSION CONCESSION". No film? Ok lady, I realise you're a tight arse theres no reason to repeat it so the whole queue hears you.
However that was not the dilemma today. Today two women came in. One was a regular. A regular who insists she owns a "club card" (a card which entitles her to $9 films). She comes in very very often and yet never brings the card. I wonder if she even owns one. Tight arse. So today she came in singing the same tune, while dancing like Goddess Bunny (visit youtube please) to Tiga's You Gonna Want Me. Just quickly, I demand that good music is playing at work to ensure that my full potential is utilised. She had a lady with her who had whorendous red hair who said to me:
"What does your mother think of your hairstyle?"
I was flabbergasted. I wanted to reply "my mother died last week", but replied with a mere "she's never said anything". How dare this stranger comment on my hair, which is neither extravagant nor gauche. Its simply styled up and a bit down... that sort of can't explain it, but it isn't outrageous. She proceeded to apologise (so she should) while her friend had more epileptic fits to Tiga.
My shift was extended by an hour because the rosterer/assistant manager didn't organise the day well enough, and the new ethnic work experience girl couldn't speak english let alone give correct change. We stuck her on choctops today. That said, she was really nice to me today, and I was nice to her. I suppose its a good way of getting out of school for 2 weeks. In true thickslab.com fashion I shall introduce my first character: The Hot Boss.
After ongoing manager changes we're up to #2 of 2006. He has apparently been in the industry for 15 years and can be described as a fabulous dilf (dad I'd like to fuck). It is clear that he logs into gay.com at night, and I think its cool to finally have another gay man at work. Sure he is taking the title of "token gay" from me, but he is hot. Nice eyes. Nice suits. I found myself staring into his eyes again as he asked me to steam dream the candy bar. I hate the candy bar. I hate the steam dream. I hate danoz direct. So on my knees I got for the hot boss... only to clean chewing gum. So unglamorous. |
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