It's still June and already I'm burned out by "the grind." Last night I went postal on one of my employees who wanted to switch shifts. Hellllllo! Child Labor Laws! The guy you want to cover for you can't legally work 7 days a week! And to get him a different day off would mean making someone else work a double, which is also a headache because of the mandatory break "window" which never aligns with the showtimes and downtime windows. Grrr....
Fortunately, I managed not to kill anyone, but it was a close thing.
Freaking teenagers are more trouble than they're worth, especially when half their families pick the same week for the family vacation. They all whined when I hired new clerks for the summer, because that would mean fewer hours for them.
Let me tell you, cupcake--when I only have TWO employees who are even in town on a given day, I definitely need more employees. If that means you have fewer work hours when it's finally convenient for you to work, I think we can set the blame for that firmly on the shoulders of the ones who scampered off to Florida (or Colorado or Alabama) for ten days... (Oh! That was YOU, huh?)
What sucks big juicy ones is that the only two over-18-year-olds I have also have full-time day jobs, so the ones I could schedule doubles (with breaks that fall into the downtimes) can't work them!
Point: DO NOT become a retail manager when you grow up, especially if your work force is drawn largely from the ipod-wearing, text-messaging-addicted, not old-enough-to-vote-yet crowd. Seriously. Prying your eyes out with a dull spork and applying for disability is a better career choice. Plus, you get a tax break for being blind, so it's a win-win situation.
I think it's time for my meds.
One of the movies we were showing was Vacancy, and a woman came up to the box office to ask if we were going out of business since the building was for rent.
Are you kidding me? That's like doing a re-make of Citizen Kane or Gone with the Wind!
What's wrong with these Hollywood bozos?
Since school got out, I've been working 12-hour days, and training my new Assistant Manager on my days off, which is as good an excuse for not blogging as I can come up with. Or maybe that's supposed to be "for which with I up can come" if you're worried about that whole dangling participle thing. I, on the other hand, am worried about giving Harvey ammunition (which I just did anyway).
It's a sad reflection on our society that the parents of my employees have not been seeing to their proper education, as evinced by the fact that many of them have never seen the movie Airplane!. Granted,
most all of them were not even born yet when this movie was released, but even my 11-year-old nephew can trade quotes from it at family dinners. It's a part of American culture!
I have therefore decided to take on the responsibility of seeing that the kids who work for me become well-rounded citizens and am going to loan them my copies of Airplane!, Young Frankenstein, Office Space, Monty Python and the Holy Grail and possibly Murder By Death.
Are there any I'm forgetting?
...spammer ip addresses:
My goodness, I just got my first spam comment in... months? Years?
Interestingly, it followed shortly upon a comment that made little sense:
IP Address: 220.127.116.11
Name: Bill Compton
Email Address: firstname.lastname@example.org
Hi Jim. Photos i received. Thanks
It looks like I should have deleted that one immediately, rather than assume it was just some poor old geezer who was confused by this interweb thingy...
All your spam are belong to us!