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Not needed (or I Don't Swing That Way, Part I)
25ish, white trash looking fellow walks up and asks one of my 10 Least Favorite Questions.
SC: So how much does this cost?
For one, there's a sign right in front of you. For two, not even a hello? Not even a how are you?
Me: -points to sign-
SC: Huh?
Me: Please read the sign, sir. The price is right there.
SC: Alright, you little cocksucker.
Me: -
- Please don't talk to me like that, sir.
He doesn't make a note of it, plays and leaves.
Utter insanity
When I work the closing shift, my timeslip is marked out to 15 minutes after park close. That's fine and dandy, as there are closing procedures to be done. However, when making sure your shit's together transcends into short-sighted greed, I get plain up angry. We do not use those fifteen minutes to close our games and get out! No, management keeps us up to 45 minutes after park close for the sole purpose of selling our games to people on their way out. I can kind of see the rationale behind it, but it always leads to annoying pushes to play after the park closes. Sometimes, the line's backed up so far, I don't get out until 9 when the park closes at 8! It's maddening, especially when people have the GALL to get impatient because I'm one person and they should be gone already anyway! Boggles the mind! Onto the real story...
So, I had to process a few refunds at the game I did. After being taken late at another game to spiel it out to the bitter end, I tell management for the third time that I need money refunded to my bank, because we are supposed to give money to guests from the bank when the crane games, photo booths, etc. eat their money. I get told by my sup to go up and get dropped by a change sup on the opposite end of the park. I know where this is going. Long story short, I wait 20 minutes for his ass to show up and get out late again.
I don't know what's happening to me. I started the season in April loving my job, and now, at the beginning of June, dread going to work every day. I really want to quit and look around for other jobs, but my parents won't let me do so, saying instead that I have to stick around and wait for advancement. I managed to figure out that re-shelving books at my local library would pay 50 cents more an hour and save me roughly 15 miles' drive each way. What I really want to do is put in an interview there and, if that goes well, file a two-weeks notice where I work now. What should I say to my parents to convince them?
Not needed (or I Don't Swing That Way, Part I)
25ish, white trash looking fellow walks up and asks one of my 10 Least Favorite Questions.
SC: So how much does this cost?
For one, there's a sign right in front of you. For two, not even a hello? Not even a how are you?
Me: -points to sign-
SC: Huh?
Me: Please read the sign, sir. The price is right there.
SC: Alright, you little cocksucker.
Me: -

He doesn't make a note of it, plays and leaves.
Utter insanity
When I work the closing shift, my timeslip is marked out to 15 minutes after park close. That's fine and dandy, as there are closing procedures to be done. However, when making sure your shit's together transcends into short-sighted greed, I get plain up angry. We do not use those fifteen minutes to close our games and get out! No, management keeps us up to 45 minutes after park close for the sole purpose of selling our games to people on their way out. I can kind of see the rationale behind it, but it always leads to annoying pushes to play after the park closes. Sometimes, the line's backed up so far, I don't get out until 9 when the park closes at 8! It's maddening, especially when people have the GALL to get impatient because I'm one person and they should be gone already anyway! Boggles the mind! Onto the real story...
So, I had to process a few refunds at the game I did. After being taken late at another game to spiel it out to the bitter end, I tell management for the third time that I need money refunded to my bank, because we are supposed to give money to guests from the bank when the crane games, photo booths, etc. eat their money. I get told by my sup to go up and get dropped by a change sup on the opposite end of the park. I know where this is going. Long story short, I wait 20 minutes for his ass to show up and get out late again.
I don't know what's happening to me. I started the season in April loving my job, and now, at the beginning of June, dread going to work every day. I really want to quit and look around for other jobs, but my parents won't let me do so, saying instead that I have to stick around and wait for advancement. I managed to figure out that re-shelving books at my local library would pay 50 cents more an hour and save me roughly 15 miles' drive each way. What I really want to do is put in an interview there and, if that goes well, file a two-weeks notice where I work now. What should I say to my parents to convince them?
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