When I was working at the dollar theater, customers used to yell at me because candy was so expensive. Like I have anything to do with that. One guy told me it was sinful and asked me how I could live with myself. One guy asked me if I was mentally challenged. No, he didn't actually think I was mentally challenged. He was just being an ass. That job ruined every long-sleeved white shirt I owned, because we weren't allowed to roll up the sleeves, and get we were expected to handle popcorn, butter, and nacho cheese. Then I'd get yelled at for wearing "dirty shirts." They're not dirty. They're stained. All eight of them. I'm not buying more because the same thing will happen to them within an hour.
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timeasmymeasure
Sucks. I'm sorry.
Date: 2006-08-16 03:53 pm (UTC)When I was working at the dollar theater, customers used to yell at me because candy was so expensive. Like I have anything to do with that.
One guy told me it was sinful and asked me how I could live with myself.
One guy asked me if I was mentally challenged. No, he didn't actually think I was mentally challenged. He was just being an ass.
That job ruined every long-sleeved white shirt I owned, because we weren't allowed to roll up the sleeves, and get we were expected to handle popcorn, butter, and nacho cheese. Then I'd get yelled at for wearing "dirty shirts." They're not dirty. They're stained. All eight of them. I'm not buying more because the same thing will happen to them within an hour.
So yeah. Welcome to the service industry, indeed.