A chronicle of my life starting from June 21,
2002. |
June 23, 2002 The Palace West Theatre isn't exactly the most yippy-skippy place in the world to work. Today was a Saturday, so it was busier as usual. This isn't enough, however, to count the day as not being boring...But something else did happen. Everything seemed to be going well (as in, nothing unexpected happened), until suddenly some of the soda fountains stopped working in a very annoying way. They shot drops of syrup out instead of pop, and loudly made the following noise (as best described in letters): RGGRRHRHGRRHH!!! Try to imagine that. Anywho, one by one the soda fountains stopped working, until eventually all you could hear was the sound described as employees and the managers ran around frantically explaining to angry customers the purpose for the wait and trying to figure out what the heck made all the pop miraculously stop flowing as normal. Well, some of the customers had it figured out before we did. "Looks to me like that thar thangamajig is outta CO2." Of course. Now the answers to the universe's most perplexing of questions were being unravelled before me. We needed CO2. So just to ruin the once-in-a-lifetime excitement we were having, the manager called up a Pepsi maintenance man down and had him fix it all up. Customers had their soda and peace was restored to the land. Now we had nothing left to do but the usual. Closing time finally came at midnight. Today was also unusual in that everyone on my side of concessions was new to the job. Thus, it took us forever and a day to close. I didn't leave until 1:20am. That's about the longest time ever spent, especially considering there were three people to get it done. Oh well, I get paid, no matter how meager the sums. Now that I'm finished complaining, you can get on to something in life you enjoy more. Go ahead, I won't be mad. ~ Dris ~ |