Whiiiiiiine
Jun. 28th, 2008 10:50 pmOw. Ow. And also, OW. My feet huuuuuuuurt. My back hurts. My shoulders hurt. Serving popcorn is much harder than it looks, so you should be nice to the person behind the counter next time you go to the movies.
Ow.
I just did an 8 hour shift on 4 biscuits and a couple of granola bars, and I'm /still/ dizzy from the low blood sugar, even after eating dinner (and second dinner). Clearly I am an idiot.
All the people I work with are younger than me, boring idiots, druggies, or some combination of the three. Andrew is okay, for being 16 - at least he's good for commiserating with. The guy who runs around telling the noobs, ie me, what to do, thinks I'm scared of him. (I'm not), which is kind of funny. My manager said I was doing a good job though, which I guess is kind of cool. Some jerk yelled at me. Even though it was partly my fault I'm still pissed at him for being an asshole about it.
Ow.
My brain feels melted. /All/ of me feels melted. This working for a living thing, I do not like it! Next summer, I really really really need to get a desk job of some sort.
Ow.
I just did an 8 hour shift on 4 biscuits and a couple of granola bars, and I'm /still/ dizzy from the low blood sugar, even after eating dinner (and second dinner). Clearly I am an idiot.
All the people I work with are younger than me, boring idiots, druggies, or some combination of the three. Andrew is okay, for being 16 - at least he's good for commiserating with. The guy who runs around telling the noobs, ie me, what to do, thinks I'm scared of him. (I'm not), which is kind of funny. My manager said I was doing a good job though, which I guess is kind of cool. Some jerk yelled at me. Even though it was partly my fault I'm still pissed at him for being an asshole about it.
Ow.
My brain feels melted. /All/ of me feels melted. This working for a living thing, I do not like it! Next summer, I really really really need to get a desk job of some sort.