I just worked about 26.5 hours this "week". Most people would say that isn't much. But when you were only scheduled 3 days, and only for 7 hours each day, that makes you somewhat unhappy. I worked monday, tuesday, and wednesday. Monday, I worked from 5pm to 3:55am, Tuesday, 5pm to 1:26am, and Wednesday from 5pm to 1:28am. I am very very tired. And because I was closing down the snack bar all three nights, my feet are sore as hell.
I work at a movie theater. Under NO circumstances can I sit down, unless I'm on break. If a manager sees me, I'll get a firm talking to/written better than half the time, if a supervisor sees me they'll tell me to standup because a manager wouldn't let us sit down. As such, my feet are really fucking sore. It fucking sucks.
Not to mention I have to deal with people more than half of my shift. Monday was the worst for that because we had a LOT of traffic. When working the snack bar, you have to always ask the person if they want to make their drink larger, or get more popcorn if they didn't get the biggest thing. And even if they just spent $50 on stuff, you have to ask them if they want something else (hotdog, nachos, pizza, candy, cookies, coffee, ect). If you get caught not doing that by a manager, you get written up, and suspended for a week. If you get caught a second time you get fired. So, you usually do it. But half the time when you ask people to get more shit, they go "huh?" because they couldn't hear you because they're fucking deaf, and popcorn poppers are going off behind me. So you ask again, and they say "that's fine" and I just look at them confused. When confronted with a yes or no question people will often give an awnser that cannot be interpreted as yes or no. It annoys the hell out of me. Not to mention half the time you can't hear what they're saying because they're speaking to softly and the poppers are going off again.
And then there are the people that are talking to others about what to get. They could be on the phone with their friend/SO in the auditorium saving seats, or with their friends next to them. But they're talking about what to get, and half the time when a decision is reached, it's just assumed that I knew it was. Then when they figure out that I didn't add that to their order, they get pissed at me. I'm sorry for not knowing that you decided you wanted Milk Duds after arguing about it for 2 mintues with me not being there for half of it because I was getting your Tub of Popcorn and 2 large Icees. Really, it's all my fault for being stupid and incompetent.
Anyway. I think I'll acutally try and fall asleep now. My girlfriend wants to spend as much time with me as she can tomorrow(note, even though it's wednesday, I don't consider it tomorrow yet because it's 2am here), but alot of things have popped up that will be prohibiting that. So Friday at least, I shall be spending mucho time with her. Saturday I get to take the SAT, then on Sunday I go back to work, Opening the snackbar.
I get five and a half hours overtime at least three days a week.
[edit] Also note, I don't get paid for my half hour break [/edit] Beta Tested fucked around with this message on 06-03-2004 at 05:19 AM.
I mean, you don't work during lunch, why should they pay you to eat.
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Beta Tested Model 2000 was programmed to say:
Do you get paid over time? I could work an 80 hour week and wouldn't. Fucking cheap ass entertianment industry being different laws.[edit] Also note, I don't get paid for my half hour break [/edit]
Overtime is nothing. People who don't get overtime always brag on how great it to get, when they don't get it. I put in 50-55 hour work weeks some weeks and make 250 those weeks after taxes, if I'm lucky.
So I'm looking into taking some college classes this fall.
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Beta Tested spewed forth this undeniable truth:
Do you get paid over time? I could work an 80 hour week and wouldn't. Fucking cheap ass entertianment industry being different laws.[edit] Also note, I don't get paid for my half hour break [/edit]
bullshit.
You work in the service industry, not entertainment.
A friend of mine runs a Theatre in a nearby town, and used to run the one here in town, And all I ever heard out of him when somebody quit, was having to pay his assistant manager, ticket booth girl, and snack bitch overtime. OVERTIME, OVERTIME, OVERTIME. And once in a while, bitch about how they SHOULD be an entertainment industry, and not service.
Anyway.. MY customers suck bit for the night.
Earlier, a guest came to the night service window. An older guy, about 50-60 or so. Apparantly, he was the kind of guy that never gets a date, never has many friends, and such, but in HIS MIND, he's the greatest, funniest, whatever guy in the world. but in reality, he was an irritating fuckwad.
Old Guy: Yeah, I need a room, how much will it run me.
Me: With a senior citizens discount, 59.00 before taxes.
Old guy: 59.00 after taxes? I dunno if I can pay that much.
Me: No, sir, 59.00 BEFORE taxes, after taxes, that'll be 68.82.
Old Guy: Thats still too much. How about I pay 40.00 even for the room, and you figure out how to charge me so that after the taxes are all in there, it's 40.00 even?
Me: I'm sorry sir, I cannot do that. You see, if I charge you less than 59.00 plus tax, for a total of 68.82, I have to make up the rest of it out of my own pocket.
Old guy: Whats wrong with that?
Me: I do not wish to pay for your room, sir.
Old guy: Come on, buddy.. you'd only be paying for half of it.
Me: Sir, there are other people behind you, if you wish to rent a room, you'll have to pay 68.82, like everybody else.
Old guy: You look here, sonny. I served my country in Korea. This country owes me for the freedom I fought for.
Me: That would be the South Koreans you fought for, sir.
Old Guy: YOU GETTIN SMART WITH ME? Just give me my room for 40.00 like you said, and let me go to bed.
Me: Sir, as I told you, the cost of the room is 59.00 plus tax.
Old Guy: FINE!
**Old Guy slams down 59.00 in cash on the night window counter.**
Me: Sir, as I said. The room rate is 59.00. After taxes are added in, the total for your stay will be 68.82.
**Ignores cash on the counter**
Old Guy: Thats not what you said. First you say 40.00, then you raise it to 59.00, then now, you tell me 68.82. I want to speak to your manager.
Me: Right now, You're looking at the manager. If you wish to speak to my boss, you will have to wait til morning.
Old Guy: Fine, I'll do that, now just take this 40.00, give me a room, and I'll talk toy our boss when I wake up.
Me: Sir, at this point, I would like to offer to make reservations for you at one of the lower quality, less costly hotels here in town. They can accomodate your needs better than I can, and the ones I would reccomend are usually fairly clean.
Old Guy: YOU CALLING ME CHEAP?
Me: No sir, I am calling myself busy. There are people waiting.
**It should be noted, that I have mentioned other guests waiting, twice now. There were no such other guests waiting, but the old guy didnt even look.**
Old Guy: Ok, I'll go to another hotel then. Make my reservation!
**Old guy stomps to his car, and drives off.**
**Without giving me even his name, to make a reservation with.. or what hotel he's going to.. you know..**
**TIME PASSES!!**
The same car pulls up, right.**
Old guy: I changed my mind, I think I will take that room for 59.00 after tax.
Me: Very good sir, after tax, that room will be 68.82.
Old guy: Dont you people guarantee a perfect stay?
Me: That only applies to paying guests sir, something you have yet to become.
Old Guy: Don't tell me that, I know the owner of this place, Mr.[hotel name] is a friend of mine.
Me: Amazing, sir, considering [hotel name] is not the name of the owner.
Anyway, he never actually gets a room. All this took place over about 30 minutes at 4am. He kept that "HEY, WE'RE BUDDIES" smile on his face the WHOLE FUCKING TIME. Talked with his hands, pointing at me, himself, his car, other hotels in eyesight. now, I woulda gladly knocked the price down a bit for him, had he seemed like he needed it. But he was driving a brand new Escalade, wearing silk shirt at 4am, and had a WAD of cash. He had to SORT through this wad to locate exactly 59.00. Like another fucking 10 to pay the taxes would have killed him.
Oh, and the Phone Ladies..
"Hi, I'm looking for my husband, his name is Ray Brown, but the room might be registered under Misty Black, Janene Green, Rachel White, or Professor Plum."
"Hi, I need to speak to Ray Brown."
"Sorry, nobody by that name registered."
"YOU GODDAMN LIAR, I KNOW HE'S THERE, I OUTTA COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR ASS FOR LYING FOR HIM!"
"I was just going over my husband's credit card bill, do your rooms cost 68.82 after taxes?"
"Some of them do, yes"
"Could you tell me when Ray brown last stayed there?"
"He's never stayed here, ma'am, I'm sorry"
"Oh, well, could you look for a room under the name Misty Black, Janene Green, or Rachel White?"
Some of there women will even call and use a different voice to try to fool me. 
Blah. Anyway, because of my girlfriend's parents, all of our plans for today have fallen though. Which really blows. I haven't seen my girlfriend for more than 5 minutes in nearly a week. When she lives about a mile away and we're used to spending several hours together a day, that sucks.
