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Last Sunday i was doing the theatre thing again. There were several problems with my job that night.
1. I was stuck in the lobby all night (boredem insues)
2. I had to stay there until we closed (like 10:30)
3. I had to get up early the next morning to go to class.
Needless to say, I was in a pretty crummy mood. Now every so often during the night i would have to check the male bathrooms to make sure that they were clean and orderly. You'd think with it being a slow night that they would just take care of themselves. Sadly this isn't the case (I swear, if you're 30 and don't flush after you use the toilet you fail at life)
So I'm checking the bathrooms and R rated movies to make sure no kids are sneaking in (even on a slow night, this can happen)
I round the bend and there are three teeny boppers standing around, giggiling and talking.
Now, any one who has read some of my previous posts know that i have a low tolerance for the teeny boppers. Their annoyance infuriates me.
I was already in a off mood to begin with and they sorta added fuel to the fire.
TB: teeny bopper
Me: who else would it be?
TB: *in a high, annoying voice that they all seem to have when they want to bug the crap out of you* HI! How are you.
Me: Dying a little bit each day.
<insert startled laughter>
I check my shows and head back to the lobby.
TB: Did you say that you were dying?
Me: (I'm not dying, i just wanted to yank their chains) Yeah.
Tb: I'm sorry (like that's really sincere)
Me: Well, we're all dying. From the time you take your first breath, you've already signed your death warrent. (Thank my pharmocology proffesor for this nugget of info) *i tap my temple* Think about it.
As i head back toward the lobby i can hear her go "Oh my god!"
So maybe i was sucky, but i was having an off night. Sue me.
1. I was stuck in the lobby all night (boredem insues)
2. I had to stay there until we closed (like 10:30)
3. I had to get up early the next morning to go to class.
Needless to say, I was in a pretty crummy mood. Now every so often during the night i would have to check the male bathrooms to make sure that they were clean and orderly. You'd think with it being a slow night that they would just take care of themselves. Sadly this isn't the case (I swear, if you're 30 and don't flush after you use the toilet you fail at life)
So I'm checking the bathrooms and R rated movies to make sure no kids are sneaking in (even on a slow night, this can happen)
I round the bend and there are three teeny boppers standing around, giggiling and talking.
Now, any one who has read some of my previous posts know that i have a low tolerance for the teeny boppers. Their annoyance infuriates me.
I was already in a off mood to begin with and they sorta added fuel to the fire.
TB: teeny bopper
Me: who else would it be?
TB: *in a high, annoying voice that they all seem to have when they want to bug the crap out of you* HI! How are you.
Me: Dying a little bit each day.
<insert startled laughter>
I check my shows and head back to the lobby.
TB: Did you say that you were dying?
Me: (I'm not dying, i just wanted to yank their chains) Yeah.
Tb: I'm sorry (like that's really sincere)
Me: Well, we're all dying. From the time you take your first breath, you've already signed your death warrent. (Thank my pharmocology proffesor for this nugget of info) *i tap my temple* Think about it.
As i head back toward the lobby i can hear her go "Oh my god!"
So maybe i was sucky, but i was having an off night. Sue me.
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