Work-related stuff

[seriousfic]

Third day of work, second day working concessions, first day I was left mostly alone to work concessions. Which was cool, as I basically got to goof off for seven-hours-not-counting-lunch-break (in which there was goofing off concentrate) writing fanfic on my very cute notepad. Although I forgot my really cool Zebra pen, so victory was bittersweet at best. There's nothing like the ease of pulling a pen out of her pocket, clicking the point out, jotting something down, and putting it back with no fuss to spoil you for pens with caps.

So, anyway, concessions. That's selling popcorn. Goofing off. That's composing alternate lyrics to Sweeney Todd's Epiphany just in case I need to sell food items set to music.

Who sir, you sir?
No one's in line, come on! Come on!
Siri's waiting. I want you eaters.
You sir - anybody!
Gentlemen don't be shy!

Not one sale, no, not ten sales.
Nor a hundred can assuage me -
I will have you!
And you will get a refill when you finish your Coke
In the meantime stuff popcorn down your hungry throat!

It's not done yet.

Boss: (quizzing me on how to up-sell, suggestive sell, and... sell to a customer) What if the customer asks you how much a pack of Goobers costs?

Me: Twice as much as you'd pay at a supermarket?