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So by now I think a fair amount of people have seen my previous thread about the drunk with a knife v.s. six off duty cops.
These are just a few more missgivings from this weekend. And trust me, I wasn't the only one feeling it.
I think a part of me has died
Throughout the past couple weeks, I have found that I generally smile less at work. Not that I really smile much at all. Call it monotony. Call it boredom. Call it an insurmountable degree of disgust that I have for the lack of common sense in this world.
Usually I tend to speak less to people as well. A thumbs up or head nod is enough for me. I attribute this to the fact that I have become adept at recognizing the Modus operandi of customers. You want a refill. Go. You want a smoke. Go. You want to take a dump. Go (but in the privacy of the rest room for God's sake).
I guess I'm just getting sick of all the B.S.
but I digress.
An older gentleman comes up to me. It's been busy all weekend. Dark Knight has been selling like crazy (and for good reason, what are you doing reading this? go see it) and I'm tired and burned out. Not in the mood to put on my "happy, pepped up, I'm high on life" face.
OG: Why don't you smile?
Me: deadpan I don't get paid to smile.
He walks off while I grumble my missgivings to the rest of the people in my ticket line who laugh with me.
OG comes back later, gets within my personal space and says:
Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious. (insert pause while this absurdidty registers with me) Now, What's that from?
Me: again, deadpan and now, slightly annoyed. Mary Poppins.
Then for whatever reason, he thinks I gave him a grin. For all I know, I twisted my mouth in a way that could be confused for a smile.
OG: Ah! There. Got you to smile.
Then he walks off while I contemplate hanging myself. We've all had this. You want me to smile. Catch me when I'm off the clock or enjoying leisure time. You want me to smile when I'm tired, hungry, and have been standing for six hours straight? Bite me.
There isn't a refill line, there will never be a refill line. GET IN THE FRIGGIN LINE!
As if the title wasn't enough of a missgiving, Our concession lines were backed up and I notice this woman standing off to my side.
Me: Is there something you need Mam?
W:Yeah. Do you have a suggestion box?
Me: Not really. Is there something wrong.
W: Well, the girl at the stand said that I had to get in the back of the line for a refill.
Me:we have a winner Well, that's because we don't have refill lines.
Then I try to save face to keep her from bitching.
Me: I can call a manager for you to see if we can rectify the situation.
I call for my manager, he comes over and basically tells her to get in the back of the line.
Gotta love those who don't cave.
Another issue came up with my friend B, who was helping out behind the stand. A lady comes up to her and asks for a refill. B tells her that she needs to get in a line. Lady gets pissy and says:
But all I want is a refill.
B counters with: yeah, so do half of the people in this line.
Lady=
I love people with a spine.
I can count. Know why? Cause I'm not three f-ing years old.
Thank you, masses of people, who time after time give me their tickets to be ripped. Thank you so much for insulting my intelligence.
I can see how many people are in your party. I can see how many tickets you've handed me. I have eyes.
Don't point this fact out to me. I know how to count G-dammit! I have to make sure that they are all facing the same way in order for the part I keep to be deposited into the stand. This is how we keep track of things. Just because I shuffle through them doesn't mean I'm counting them individually.
These are just a few more missgivings from this weekend. And trust me, I wasn't the only one feeling it.
I think a part of me has died
Throughout the past couple weeks, I have found that I generally smile less at work. Not that I really smile much at all. Call it monotony. Call it boredom. Call it an insurmountable degree of disgust that I have for the lack of common sense in this world.
Usually I tend to speak less to people as well. A thumbs up or head nod is enough for me. I attribute this to the fact that I have become adept at recognizing the Modus operandi of customers. You want a refill. Go. You want a smoke. Go. You want to take a dump. Go (but in the privacy of the rest room for God's sake).
I guess I'm just getting sick of all the B.S.
but I digress.
An older gentleman comes up to me. It's been busy all weekend. Dark Knight has been selling like crazy (and for good reason, what are you doing reading this? go see it) and I'm tired and burned out. Not in the mood to put on my "happy, pepped up, I'm high on life" face.
OG: Why don't you smile?
Me: deadpan I don't get paid to smile.
He walks off while I grumble my missgivings to the rest of the people in my ticket line who laugh with me.
OG comes back later, gets within my personal space and says:
Supercallifragilisticexpialidocious. (insert pause while this absurdidty registers with me) Now, What's that from?
Me: again, deadpan and now, slightly annoyed. Mary Poppins.
Then for whatever reason, he thinks I gave him a grin. For all I know, I twisted my mouth in a way that could be confused for a smile.
OG: Ah! There. Got you to smile.
Then he walks off while I contemplate hanging myself. We've all had this. You want me to smile. Catch me when I'm off the clock or enjoying leisure time. You want me to smile when I'm tired, hungry, and have been standing for six hours straight? Bite me.
There isn't a refill line, there will never be a refill line. GET IN THE FRIGGIN LINE!
As if the title wasn't enough of a missgiving, Our concession lines were backed up and I notice this woman standing off to my side.
Me: Is there something you need Mam?
W:Yeah. Do you have a suggestion box?
Me: Not really. Is there something wrong.
W: Well, the girl at the stand said that I had to get in the back of the line for a refill.
Me:we have a winner Well, that's because we don't have refill lines.
Then I try to save face to keep her from bitching.
Me: I can call a manager for you to see if we can rectify the situation.
I call for my manager, he comes over and basically tells her to get in the back of the line.
Gotta love those who don't cave.
Another issue came up with my friend B, who was helping out behind the stand. A lady comes up to her and asks for a refill. B tells her that she needs to get in a line. Lady gets pissy and says:
But all I want is a refill.
B counters with: yeah, so do half of the people in this line.
Lady=
I love people with a spine.
I can count. Know why? Cause I'm not three f-ing years old.
Thank you, masses of people, who time after time give me their tickets to be ripped. Thank you so much for insulting my intelligence.
I can see how many people are in your party. I can see how many tickets you've handed me. I have eyes.
Don't point this fact out to me. I know how to count G-dammit! I have to make sure that they are all facing the same way in order for the part I keep to be deposited into the stand. This is how we keep track of things. Just because I shuffle through them doesn't mean I'm counting them individually.
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