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seriousficI am left longing for the compassion and charm of Donald Trump. What was it Jon Stewart said, "be a fucking person"? Well...
So I roll into work this morning, and it's all shits and giggles. I look at my schedule and notice that my name isn't on the upcoming week. And I'm thinking no way. No way could be as much of a douche as to fire someone by schedule.
The managers are just like "hi, how you doin', crazy weather eh?" I'm all "Yeah, water falling from the sky, kooky." So finally, half an hour later, I just look at the guy who makes the schedules and say "Do I have a job?" He just makes this face and backpedals like whoa, all "I don't know, the big boss will make that decision, he'll see you after work." So I have to work seven hours not knowing if I have a job. I'm pretty sure they want me to be polite and cheerful to the customers during this time, although I do not see what about their behavior is meant to be conductive to this.
But at least they can't get any douchier. Right?
So sometimes working in box office (this literary trope is known as foreshadowing, FYI), the person will be told to do busywork like cutting coupons out of their grids and into a stack, or filling nacho containers with chips. But there's no way you would give extra work to someone before you fire them. Right? I mean, god.
So I'm told to cut coupons, fill nacho containers, watch concession, and do the usual answering of the phone and selling of the tickets (which is where all the trouble began, of course, since when someone rang while someone else was buying tickets, I forgot to split into Seriousfic Blue and Seriousfic Red to deal with both situations without disenfranchising anyone). Keep in mind, during all this, I don't know if I have a job. Let's just say 100% of my ass was not used.
Finally, the end of the day rolls around and... the big boss doesn't show. I'm literally just told to go home. I wait half an hour after my shift, because fuck it, I am not clocking out until someone can look me in the eye and tell me what the fuck is going on. Finally, one of my managers calls the big boss, and it turns out I'm on suspension, and now they'll call me tomorrow to explain what that means. Because no one, in a 48 hour period, could ball up and say "You're on suspension."
The good news is that one of the managers I asked to use as a reference wrote this glowing recommendation letter for me, unasked, just out of the goodness of his awesome heart. So I haven't given up on humanity. Just the portion in middle management.
So I roll into work this morning, and it's all shits and giggles. I look at my schedule and notice that my name isn't on the upcoming week. And I'm thinking no way. No way could be as much of a douche as to fire someone by schedule.
The managers are just like "hi, how you doin', crazy weather eh?" I'm all "Yeah, water falling from the sky, kooky." So finally, half an hour later, I just look at the guy who makes the schedules and say "Do I have a job?" He just makes this face and backpedals like whoa, all "I don't know, the big boss will make that decision, he'll see you after work." So I have to work seven hours not knowing if I have a job. I'm pretty sure they want me to be polite and cheerful to the customers during this time, although I do not see what about their behavior is meant to be conductive to this.
But at least they can't get any douchier. Right?
So sometimes working in box office (this literary trope is known as foreshadowing, FYI), the person will be told to do busywork like cutting coupons out of their grids and into a stack, or filling nacho containers with chips. But there's no way you would give extra work to someone before you fire them. Right? I mean, god.
So I'm told to cut coupons, fill nacho containers, watch concession, and do the usual answering of the phone and selling of the tickets (which is where all the trouble began, of course, since when someone rang while someone else was buying tickets, I forgot to split into Seriousfic Blue and Seriousfic Red to deal with both situations without disenfranchising anyone). Keep in mind, during all this, I don't know if I have a job. Let's just say 100% of my ass was not used.
Finally, the end of the day rolls around and... the big boss doesn't show. I'm literally just told to go home. I wait half an hour after my shift, because fuck it, I am not clocking out until someone can look me in the eye and tell me what the fuck is going on. Finally, one of my managers calls the big boss, and it turns out I'm on suspension, and now they'll call me tomorrow to explain what that means. Because no one, in a 48 hour period, could ball up and say "You're on suspension."
The good news is that one of the managers I asked to use as a reference wrote this glowing recommendation letter for me, unasked, just out of the goodness of his awesome heart. So I haven't given up on humanity. Just the portion in middle management.
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Date: 2010-02-12 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-12 04:01 am (UTC)Don't worry. In time they are going to be kicking their own ass once you become a famous novelist. Sorry your going through this...
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Date: 2010-02-12 05:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-12 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-12 05:11 pm (UTC)I hope everything works out for you.
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Date: 2010-02-12 06:02 pm (UTC)