work: November 2005 archives


The Goblet of Suck

[ rakaur on Sun Nov 20 at 10:57 AM // category: eastgate, work ]

MOVIE WARS
EPISODE VI
RETURN OF THE SKANKFUCK

I hate Harry Potter. But even more than I hate Harry Potter, I hate SkankFuck. There’s so much shit that goes on at Eastgate, and it’s all because of her and her one friend there. They both start shit. The thing is, she’s a manager and shouldn’t pull stupid shit. She caused ten kinds of hell last night, and then when it comes time for people to listen to her she wonders why no one respects her enough to do what she says.

Gosh SkankFuck, maybe it’s because everyone knows what an immature little bitch you are? Last night after the late set started, there were three people in concession. Another person and I had been there since 12, and were scheduled to be off at 10:30. SkankFuck decides the “late person” is going to start helping the closer “again.” I guess this implies that it was once done in the past (the whopping two months she worked there that I didn’t I guess). She decides I’m the late person. I explain that we’ve both been here since 12, both scheduled off at 10:30, and that I had to close last night and not a damn soul helped me. She decides I have to stay and help close. I tell her it’s not going to happen, and that I’m going to clock out and go home at 10:30 if she says I have to stay, and that she can just write me up for it. So she throws a tantrum about “no one ever listens to me, I’m a manager people should do what I say” blah blah. Well maybe people would respect your judgement and instruction if you weren’t such a dumb bitch. If she conducted herself at all like the other two managers, I’d have no problem. If either of the other two would have asked me to do it I’d have groaned and done it. Coming from SkankFuck, it wasn’t going to happen. It was arbitrary and stupid, and she just wanted to fuck with me. So she pulled me off my till and we went into the office and I counted everything and was ready to leave. So she goes “I’ll get to you when I get to you.”

See, if she didn’t pull shit like that, she’d be a respectable person and I’d listen to her. But it’s her immature bullshit like making me wait to go home because she’s such a bitch that makes me just ignore what she asks of me. I considered just clocking out and leaving, but no. I figured if she wants to make me sit around in the office on the clock for an hour, I’ll gladly get paid for it. It took just about that long, too.

Not to mention all of the drains were off. No one’s ever off unless she’s manager. Coincidence?

I think it’s about time I emailed the area manager or something. I’m sick of it.

-- rakaur // 2005.11.20 @ 10:57 AM

Help Computer

[ rakaur on Wed Nov 16 at 08:59 PM // category: eastgate, life, technology, work ]

Sorry about the downtime, but my modem/cable lines/something pooped out on me.

I started noticing sub dialup speeds last Friday or so. Didn’t get a call to Charter until Sunday, and they didn’t get a tech out until today. My downstream SNR was really, really low and kept jumping about. He fiddled with lines for a while (actually replacing every line in my house with new coax) and gave me a new modem. It’s about the size of my iPod. I’m far too lazy to update the desk pictures just because it’s different now, but whatever. I don’t know what fixed it, but it’s fixed now.

In the time off from the Internet I had, I came up with a really cool writing project. It’s huge (like, a lifetime long thing) and I doubt I have the energy or talent to pull off. It’d be pretty cool though. If anything actually happens I’ll post more about it in the future.

I’m pretty pissed off about work right now. My new manager promised to promote me, which isn’t happening. So he promised to train me in booth (projection booth/film work), but instead Caleb got trained. Now this weekend (Harry Potter) I’m stuck closing concession the first night, being there for 11 hours Saturday, and pretty much all day Sunday as well. What’s Caleb get to do? USH Booth. That roughly translates to “nothing.” He gets to start movies, and wander around occasionally cleaning. Such fucking bullshit it’s not even fucking funny. He has like ten more hours than me, and he gets to do fucking nothing.

I just about gave my two weeks notice when I saw the schedule.

-- rakaur // 2005.11.16 @ 08:59 PM

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