undershook: i was sent home early from the moonlighting, too.
undershook: i think i might be on the verge of my first firing.
undershook: not that i am trying to get fired...
angrules2: why do you think that?
undershook: i don't treat the job with enough "professionalism"... i am too zany, moreso abrasive, like robin williams in his cocaine days, but without the cocaine.
undershook: i work blue -- in conversing with the rest of the staff, i very much straddle the line between slightly-comic raunch and perversion-that-could-be-interpreted-as-harassment.
undershook: it's not "clarence thomas discussing pubic hair on cans of coca-cola", of course... but workplaces are sensitive.
undershook: plus, i should never be entrusted with a talkie-walkie. i am too tempted to ad lib call-offs of cleaned screening-rooms. to wit, today i said, "theatre thirteen is as clean as it can ever be, and thusly is ready for seating". promptly, one of the managers called me over, and instructed me to show a little more professionalism, as everybody has walkies, and most are amped to ten, so the clientele can hear it... and what would they think, hearing staff say, "clean as it ever could be, and [possibly] ready for seating".
undershook: that, and i have come up short on the concession register twice. once, 38$ short, when i gave change for a 50$ (on an twelve dollar order) when the patron gave a 20$ (this was in january), and two weeks, i was 18$ short, but don't know how.
undershook: i am not cheating the company, pocketing monies, but... eh, i am not a dunder-head, nor have i forgotten simple math....
undershook: maybe i work too fast, count off the change to myself in error.... who knows?
undershook: in my only defense, there is a reason i never go to the operations hq to get a walkie, when i'm on usher duty. i know the temptation i have to be ridiculous, i.e. wanting to screech "sabotage" thru it, and i know i cannot do that. saying "boo-yah" as affirmative response, though? i don't think that too inappropriate; moreso, it's funny. maybe in the same sophomoric way that the large foam cowboy hat worn by norm mc donald as burt reynolds on snl celebrity jeopardy! is funny, but, still... it's a got-damned movie-house, not an actuarial house....
undershook: it's a little something like an outlet for me to be the stunted sixteen years old kid i'll always be, beneath my veneer of put-on "foppery" and seemingly large (by breadth, not depth) vocabulary.
undershook: it's a little piece of what i had as a twelfth grade bag-boy at a local grocer, playing break-room football with eric (chernohorsky), he portraying "brett favre" to my "antonio freeman", throwing the old masking-taped toilet-paper roll around the upstairs locker-room.
undershook: you dig?
undershook: or am i being too solipsistic?
angrules2: i understand. i would try and get fired
undershook: i think i might be on the verge of my first firing.
undershook: not that i am trying to get fired...
angrules2: why do you think that?
undershook: i don't treat the job with enough "professionalism"... i am too zany, moreso abrasive, like robin williams in his cocaine days, but without the cocaine.
undershook: i work blue -- in conversing with the rest of the staff, i very much straddle the line between slightly-comic raunch and perversion-that-could-be-interpreted-as-harassment.
undershook: it's not "clarence thomas discussing pubic hair on cans of coca-cola", of course... but workplaces are sensitive.
undershook: plus, i should never be entrusted with a talkie-walkie. i am too tempted to ad lib call-offs of cleaned screening-rooms. to wit, today i said, "theatre thirteen is as clean as it can ever be, and thusly is ready for seating". promptly, one of the managers called me over, and instructed me to show a little more professionalism, as everybody has walkies, and most are amped to ten, so the clientele can hear it... and what would they think, hearing staff say, "clean as it ever could be, and [possibly] ready for seating".
undershook: that, and i have come up short on the concession register twice. once, 38$ short, when i gave change for a 50$ (on an twelve dollar order) when the patron gave a 20$ (this was in january), and two weeks, i was 18$ short, but don't know how.
undershook: i am not cheating the company, pocketing monies, but... eh, i am not a dunder-head, nor have i forgotten simple math....
undershook: maybe i work too fast, count off the change to myself in error.... who knows?
undershook: in my only defense, there is a reason i never go to the operations hq to get a walkie, when i'm on usher duty. i know the temptation i have to be ridiculous, i.e. wanting to screech "sabotage" thru it, and i know i cannot do that. saying "boo-yah" as affirmative response, though? i don't think that too inappropriate; moreso, it's funny. maybe in the same sophomoric way that the large foam cowboy hat worn by norm mc donald as burt reynolds on snl celebrity jeopardy! is funny, but, still... it's a got-damned movie-house, not an actuarial house....
undershook: it's a little something like an outlet for me to be the stunted sixteen years old kid i'll always be, beneath my veneer of put-on "foppery" and seemingly large (by breadth, not depth) vocabulary.
undershook: it's a little piece of what i had as a twelfth grade bag-boy at a local grocer, playing break-room football with eric (chernohorsky), he portraying "brett favre" to my "antonio freeman", throwing the old masking-taped toilet-paper roll around the upstairs locker-room.
undershook: you dig?
undershook: or am i being too solipsistic?
angrules2: i understand. i would try and get fired
my name is pronounced Zip like Zip Her Up,
and I think I'm more willing than anyone to err.
xip