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So just in case you guys forgot, I work at "Seven Flags Freight America," if you didn't already know. I work games, so I'm generally the loud, annoying asshole yelling into the microphone to get you to come and play my game. I resent this highly, and unfortunately, I'm stuck til at least the end of the season (October), so as to not look like a quitter. Some of the people I have had to put up with just spike my blood pressure and make me sicker than the cafeteria food (no serious, it's fucking DISGUSTING).
Practicing my death stare.
SC:
Me:
C: My consciousness.
So about 5 kids walk up, ranging ages from about 10 to about 13. Lucky me.
SC1: Can I get a free game?
C: Strike one.
Me: No.
SC1: Come on.
SC2: Yeah, give him a practice shot.
Me: *takes my sunglasses off, death stare* No.
SC3: How do you play this game.
Me: It's basketball. Do you know how to play basketball?
SC3: Dur hur, no. I'm foreign. I've never played basketball before.
C: Yeah fucking right, he with the midwest accent that suggests he's been here all his life.
SC4: *loading the bill stacker*
C: fgsfds
Me: Don't load the bill stacker! I have to count the bills first.
SC4: *gives me the bills*
Me: *counts 'em* You're short one dollar.
SC4: No way!
Me: *counts 'em back* 1. 2. 3. 4. It's five dollars to play.
SC5: *searches behind my counter, starts talking on my microphone*
C: DSFARGEG
Me: Hey! Get the hell off my microphone!
SC5: Fine! Fine! You don't have to yell at me!
SC1: *starts trying to throw a basketball he already won*
Me: You throw it, you don't get it back.
SC3: *holding up a gigantic bouncyball won at another game* Can I throw this?
Me: If you do, you're not getting it back.
SC4: Can I buy this prize for $2?
C: WTF! It's $5 for a game, why would I sell it to you for 2?
SCs1-5: *more bullshit questions*
Me: *over them* Alright! Alright! Are you going to buy a game or not?
C: They don't.
Me: Please leave and harass someone else. I have paying customers I'd like to attend to.
SC2: You should watch the tone! We might tell your boss!
Me: Go do so! I don't care!
Jesus Christ, the nerve of some people!
THE RUN-AROUNDAGEDDON
So, some context. Every games person, at the beginning of their shift, has to check out a nice little green bag that holds their money for them to build from. Yours has a number, and if you don't turn in the one with your number, you get written up, as that's a very serious offense. So, the opener that I replace when I start my closing shift gets her stuff together and leaves. About two hours later, I find out that bag 2xxx, the bag I took, is gone, with bag 2yyy is in its place. Obviously, it was the person I replaced (she was a complete noob, half of the nets were clogged because she didn't think to release the nets), so I try calling up the change center to get a supervisor on it. My phone doesn't work. Excellent. So, when I go on break, I flag down my supervisor, ask him to call the change office, and see if we switched out her bag number. 30 minutes later, when I head back from break, he tells me that she did, in fact, take my bag by mistake, but she already left for the day, so I'd have to get the Games change sup to fix it at the end of the day. So 7, the closing time, comes around, and 30 minutes later, I finally leave, with my mom waiting in the parking lot. My lead tells me to go and see the change sup, and she'll sign me out. I find her, she takes me to the change office, and she says there's nothing she can do, but she will make a note to her superiors (meaning I'm in the dark as to what will happen). I head up to get clocked out, and the HR person says I have to go back, as there's no supervisor signature (basically, I forgot to get her to sign). I go back and she says, "I can't sign you out. Your local lead or sup has to." I'm literally starting to cry, as my mom threatens to drive off if I'm not out soon, and I have a headache that's about to make me pass out. I run down to my local area, and I manage to catch my local lead right as she's walking out. She signs it, and then I finally manage to leave, an hour later than I was supposed to. I now officially hate my job. It leaves me depleted and angry, and I'm essentially powerless to do anything until October. Fuck this! 
Practicing my death stare.
SC:
Me:
C: My consciousness.
So about 5 kids walk up, ranging ages from about 10 to about 13. Lucky me.
SC1: Can I get a free game?
C: Strike one.
Me: No.
SC1: Come on.
SC2: Yeah, give him a practice shot.
Me: *takes my sunglasses off, death stare* No.
SC3: How do you play this game.
Me: It's basketball. Do you know how to play basketball?
SC3: Dur hur, no. I'm foreign. I've never played basketball before.
C: Yeah fucking right, he with the midwest accent that suggests he's been here all his life.
SC4: *loading the bill stacker*
C: fgsfds
Me: Don't load the bill stacker! I have to count the bills first.
SC4: *gives me the bills*
Me: *counts 'em* You're short one dollar.
SC4: No way!
Me: *counts 'em back* 1. 2. 3. 4. It's five dollars to play.
SC5: *searches behind my counter, starts talking on my microphone*
C: DSFARGEG
Me: Hey! Get the hell off my microphone!
SC5: Fine! Fine! You don't have to yell at me!
SC1: *starts trying to throw a basketball he already won*
Me: You throw it, you don't get it back.
SC3: *holding up a gigantic bouncyball won at another game* Can I throw this?
Me: If you do, you're not getting it back.
SC4: Can I buy this prize for $2?
C: WTF! It's $5 for a game, why would I sell it to you for 2?
SCs1-5: *more bullshit questions*
Me: *over them* Alright! Alright! Are you going to buy a game or not?
C: They don't.
Me: Please leave and harass someone else. I have paying customers I'd like to attend to.
SC2: You should watch the tone! We might tell your boss!
Me: Go do so! I don't care!
Jesus Christ, the nerve of some people!
THE RUN-AROUNDAGEDDON
So, some context. Every games person, at the beginning of their shift, has to check out a nice little green bag that holds their money for them to build from. Yours has a number, and if you don't turn in the one with your number, you get written up, as that's a very serious offense. So, the opener that I replace when I start my closing shift gets her stuff together and leaves. About two hours later, I find out that bag 2xxx, the bag I took, is gone, with bag 2yyy is in its place. Obviously, it was the person I replaced (she was a complete noob, half of the nets were clogged because she didn't think to release the nets), so I try calling up the change center to get a supervisor on it. My phone doesn't work. Excellent. So, when I go on break, I flag down my supervisor, ask him to call the change office, and see if we switched out her bag number. 30 minutes later, when I head back from break, he tells me that she did, in fact, take my bag by mistake, but she already left for the day, so I'd have to get the Games change sup to fix it at the end of the day. So 7, the closing time, comes around, and 30 minutes later, I finally leave, with my mom waiting in the parking lot. My lead tells me to go and see the change sup, and she'll sign me out. I find her, she takes me to the change office, and she says there's nothing she can do, but she will make a note to her superiors (meaning I'm in the dark as to what will happen). I head up to get clocked out, and the HR person says I have to go back, as there's no supervisor signature (basically, I forgot to get her to sign). I go back and she says, "I can't sign you out. Your local lead or sup has to."
I'm literally starting to cry, as my mom threatens to drive off if I'm not out soon, and I have a headache that's about to make me pass out. I run down to my local area, and I manage to catch my local lead right as she's walking out. She signs it, and then I finally manage to leave, an hour later than I was supposed to. I now officially hate my job. It leaves me depleted and angry, and I'm essentially powerless to do anything until October. Fuck this!
). Games just sucked all around. Especially fish pond. Basically, a kid drops a dime or a nickel into the slot and a drawer pops out with a cheap prize. Easy and amusing to the younger kids. The older kids on the other hand, liked to mess with us. Ex: Throwing the money over the wall, thus hitting us on the other side. Sticking their hands in the drawer when we attempted to pull them back, forcefully pulling open the drawers, cuss at us if we didn't give them a good prize. Several tried to get prizes with pennies or plastic play money. If we pissed them off, they'd shove the drawers back HARD, thus resulting in some sort of hand, wrist, arm or even rib injury. I finally had enough after a particularly nasty rib jab. I crouched down, lifted up the sheet at the bottom of the drawers, took my skateboard that I had ridden to school on and just took out like 3 of those little punks' ankles. Yes I got dention and a good scream fest from their parents, but I never actually had to serve it and most of the teachers thought it was funny and they deserved it
I hope things look up for you! The last thing we need is one more miserable soul. 
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