Hotter Than Potter? No Way!
2002-11-11 @ 1:21 am
Whoa.

Work was crazy busy today. I got to the mall at 11 (half an hour before my shift started), and a lot of the stores were already open, and tons of people were milling around. This really worried me. I was beginning to get the sneaking suspicion that my watch was an hour slow, and it was really noon, and I was late for work and going to get in trouble. This suspicion niggled and nagged at me as I approached the theatre. It reached critical mass when I saw the hugest freaking line up of people, all the way down a flight of stairs and past Playdium. They were pushing and jostling, and were excitedly chattering. Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I thought, as I took the elevator up stairs. What the hell is going on up in the theatre?

Three words: Harry Potter madness. There was a special advance screening for the media and business bigwigs and their families going on in four of the cinemas. Of course, everyone wanted popcorn. I was thrust onto a till, and forced to fend for myself. It was pretty cool, though, I served one of the sports guys from the 6 o'clock news, and a few newspaper reporters. After the rush, I wanted to collapse in the break room. However, one of the girls insisted I go with her to sneak into the back of one of the cinemas and watch 20 minutes of Harry Potter.

It looks like a really brilliant movie, and I can't wait until I can get a pass for it. The free passes are really great. Last night I saw "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" (everyone go see this, even though it's rated G, it is the funniest movie I have seen this year), and maybe on Wednesday I'm going to see "The Ring" or "Punch Drunk Love."

Arrrrrrrrrrgh. I have tinny video game music (reminiscent of early Nintendo games) stuck in my head. The snack bar is right beside "Techtown" (a mini-arcade inside the theatre), so when there are very few customers, I can hear plinking little ditties coming from about 6 different games.

I made $5 commission yesterday, because I made $900 in sales. I think the commission rate is 2% on any money above the $700 goal. Whatever. All I know is that my persuasive selling ("Would you like to try the Harry Potter Combo?" or "Would you like a drink [or popcorn, or candy bar, or whatever] with that?") is working for me. I was on a slow till near the end of the snack bar, during a relatively slow period, too. I feel really proud of myself, because I know that once I get better, I'll make quite a bit of money. Too bad I have to persuade people to part with their own, because I know how hard it is to earn.

One thing I don't understand is the amount of money people are willing to spend at the theatre. Let's say a young couple comes in. Tickets for both to see the movie comes to $27. Then they proceed to order ridiculous amounts at the snack bar. I've actually had teenage couples come to my till and order $40 (or more!) worth of snacks. $40! That's like a week's worth of groceries for me! That could be 2 dinners for 2 people out at a moderately priced restaraunt! When you add that to the tickets, that's almost $70. At minimum wage, that's 8 or 9 hours of work. Thinking about those prices drives me crazy. It makes me happy that I get into movies for free, and am smart enough not to buy from the snack bar and prefer to take Josh out for a decent meal than to stuff him full of exorbinantly priced popcorn.

I Be Playin' At the Job and Dat Shit My Homeys, Yo.
2002-11-08 @ 11:56 p.m.
Gah! Work is fun, but it hurts my feet.

The highlight of the evening was making fun of all the white and chinese guys who were going to see 8 Mile and pretending to be black. I was all pretending to be black too, and I actually told some 12 year old wiggers to enjoy the show, yo. It was really funny, especially when I made my trainer-dude laugh his ass off when I said (complete with hand gestures): "Westside, Eastside, Metropolis-side!" As he went behind one of the popcorn machines to hide and laugh, I turned and saw some mini-wiggers at my till. "That was cool, yo" one said. "I be respectin' dat." Unfortunately, I couldn't run behind the popcorn machine to laugh, so I had to serve them with a relatively straight face.

Did I also mention that on Tuesday night (my first shift) a transvestite asked me where the washroom was? The handbook tells us to incorporate the person's gender into our response (ie: "The women's washroom is over there.") but I was in a real pickle over this one. Finally I just said: "The washrooms are by Cinema 6." Let him (her?) figure out which one to use.

I think I'm going to have lots of fun at this job.

Also, I got a $500 scholarship from the compound on Wednesday. Free money is good.

I Think I'm Turning Japanese
2002-11-03 @ 9:22 p.m.
Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

My belly hurts.

Josh and Rachel and I went for all-you-can-eat Japanese food, and I think I had more than I could eat. I ended up having two types of miso soup, beef teriyaki, chicken teriyaki, yakisoba, spicy gyoza, one of Josh's spicy chicken wings, prawn tempura, veggie tempura, yam tempura, chicken teriyaki roll, california roll, and green tea ice cream.

Afterward, I thought I was going to be sick. I wasn't, though. Lucky for me. I don't think I'm going to need to eat until supper tomorrow.

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