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Auntie Em! Auntie Em!
May. 15th, 2008 12:03 amSo I'm at work in box, working on a Lex/Gina opus (damnit, the world needs to know what their thoughts are in the afterglow!) when it starts storming. Even on break, while I'm checking for free posters, I get a reminder on the tornado drill. I take downstairs theaters, concessions guy takes upstair theaters. But I kinda shrug it off.
Then, back in box, the security guard comes over to me and says that there's a tornado headed our way. It's going to get here in a few minutes.
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Me: Are you kidding?
Guard: No.
O_O
So the manager tracks her down to get the full story on this and meanwhile the day laborers are moving trucks in front of the doors and OMGWTF carrying plywood sheets around. Plywood sheets are never a good sign, I have decided. Then Manager tells me to go out in the lobby. I do, he locks up the cash and shit, and then we go downstairs. Him to stop the movies, me to tell the people to put their heads between their legs...
Okay, it was more along the lines of step out of the theater and stand in the nice underground hallway where mean Mr. Tornado can't see us. Naturally, there was a goodly percentage of people concerned with whether the movies could resume and whether they could get re-admittance tickets. Yes and yes, death-defiers.
So now we're downstairs, just listening to the rain and thunder, with me calmly doing my job while on the inside KA-THUNK, KA-THUNK, KA-THUNK! (my heart, btw.) Now we have phones around which we use like intercoms, I'm trying to get an outside line because, hey, my family lives nearby. Finally a manager lends me his cell-phone.
I call the house phone.
Answering machine. At least that means the house is still there (I hope).
I call my dad's workplace.
Answering machine again.
Manager kinda looks at me like he'd like his phone back, maybe because it's low on batteries, so I call home again while trying to remember my parents' cell-phone numbers (hey, it's been a while since I've needed a pick up from high school).
Finally, I get through to my mom. Cancel the heart attack. She's okay, family's okay, ***whew***. The storm passes us by, security guard tells us it's even passing by my district, and no funnel cloud yet.
One customer even thanked us/me for being so professional and taking care of them. So, there's one for grace under pressure.
Then I get home, after closing (and yeah, it's a little tough to go back to work after THAT. "You want to buy tickets in the middle of a tornado? WTF is wrong with you?" "It's Iron Man." "Oh. Well, okay then.") to find the place is deserted. Just the dogs are up. And the big one's in my room, because he's a scaredy-cat. So I have to call my mom to find out that they're all in bed. At eleven o'clock. Well, thanks for that.
In conclusion, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!
Then, back in box, the security guard comes over to me and says that there's a tornado headed our way. It's going to get here in a few minutes.
0_0
Me: Are you kidding?
Guard: No.
O_O
So the manager tracks her down to get the full story on this and meanwhile the day laborers are moving trucks in front of the doors and OMGWTF carrying plywood sheets around. Plywood sheets are never a good sign, I have decided. Then Manager tells me to go out in the lobby. I do, he locks up the cash and shit, and then we go downstairs. Him to stop the movies, me to tell the people to put their heads between their legs...
Okay, it was more along the lines of step out of the theater and stand in the nice underground hallway where mean Mr. Tornado can't see us. Naturally, there was a goodly percentage of people concerned with whether the movies could resume and whether they could get re-admittance tickets. Yes and yes, death-defiers.
So now we're downstairs, just listening to the rain and thunder, with me calmly doing my job while on the inside KA-THUNK, KA-THUNK, KA-THUNK! (my heart, btw.) Now we have phones around which we use like intercoms, I'm trying to get an outside line because, hey, my family lives nearby. Finally a manager lends me his cell-phone.
I call the house phone.
Answering machine. At least that means the house is still there (I hope).
I call my dad's workplace.
Answering machine again.
Manager kinda looks at me like he'd like his phone back, maybe because it's low on batteries, so I call home again while trying to remember my parents' cell-phone numbers (hey, it's been a while since I've needed a pick up from high school).
Finally, I get through to my mom. Cancel the heart attack. She's okay, family's okay, ***whew***. The storm passes us by, security guard tells us it's even passing by my district, and no funnel cloud yet.
One customer even thanked us/me for being so professional and taking care of them. So, there's one for grace under pressure.
Then I get home, after closing (and yeah, it's a little tough to go back to work after THAT. "You want to buy tickets in the middle of a tornado? WTF is wrong with you?" "It's Iron Man." "Oh. Well, okay then.") to find the place is deserted. Just the dogs are up. And the big one's in my room, because he's a scaredy-cat. So I have to call my mom to find out that they're all in bed. At eleven o'clock. Well, thanks for that.
In conclusion, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!
