Worst Job Ever
If you are a frequent reader of my blog then you know I love movies. I go almost every weekend. So you may be surprised to hear one of my worst jobs was working at a movie theater. It happened when I was in college in Boston. Sure, I got free movie tickets, but when you are in college, you don't have time to go often.
It was a terrible job for many reasons. The company was obsessed with upselling. Managers would hang sheets in the breakroom listing who sold the most large combos. I was usually on the bottom of the list. I just couldn't understand why we needed to convince people to buy a medium, rather than a small drink when you got free refills. Managers would also count the cups before you started your shift because they didn't want you stealing or giving them away free. Total silliness.
I learned early on, the popcorn isn't fresh. It is usually days old. We popped and bagged it for use later in the week. One day I was put in charge of making the popcorn. Big mistake. At one point, the popcorn machine ran out of oil. I added some, but unfortunately I hooked it back up the wrong way. I went to press the button releasing the oil and it started gushing out all over the floor. I couldn't stop it. It was a mess to clean up.
Tuesday afternoons were typically slow. I worked the concession stand by myself. One day, this woman comes storming out of a theater and yells, "I demand to see a manager." I said "ma'am what's the matter?" She screamed back- there are two homeless men doing inappropriate things (sexual) in the theater. I got the managers. They were both women and refused to go in. Instead, they called the police. A couple of officers showed up 90 minutes later. By that time, the two homeless men knew something was up and left.
The job wasn't always bad. One afternoon I was working the ticket booth when Neil Patrick Harris walked up to buy a ticket. I knew immediately who he was. Keep in mind this was after Doogie Howser, but before he became popular again with "How I Met Your Mother." I didn't have the guts to say anything to him. Oh well, I missed my chance.
Needless to say, I lasted one semester. I went home for Christmas break and never returned. It is the only time I didn't actually quit a job. Looking back, it was rude, but I must say I don't miss working at the movie theater.