Biggest one was one that got me fired, actually. I used to work in a cinema, round about the time I first joined this place. I was on screens for the day, meaning it was my job and someone else's to keep an eye on the two screens we'd been assigned, make sure they were cleaned and then sat for the next performance. I took down the times they were meant to be done by, sat the first screening and then went on my break with the guy I was on it with. We saw we had a bit of time left over after our breaks, so with nothing better to do we decided to lounge about a bit up there.
Aye.
Get a phonecall from one of the managers asking where the fuck we were. Ran downstairs to find out that I'd taken the times wrong, and the thing had been out for half an hour. Fuck. The movie in question is A Shark's Tale, which is just out the day before, the place is an absolute fucking tip of popcorn chaff and sweetie wrappers everywhere because it's been a sold-out kid's screening. Double Fuck. This is the biggest screen in the building. Triple Fuck. And it's queued up to the other side of the building with another sold-out screening of impatient parents and screaming weans. Quadruple Fuck! It also starts in five minutes.
GRARRR FUCK!
I got suspended for a week, and then was unexpectantly (first offence) and unceremoniously given the boot.
THEN
About a month after, I applied for a job in the cafe of a local theatre. The manager gave me the benefit of the doubt despite the, um, uncertain nature of the termination of previous employ. I got a shift the next day. Function. Be in sharp.
I have this dream that night. I've woken up late and my shift's already started. Ah Christ! So I phone up the cafe to speak to the manager. He's a little pissed (rightfully) but he tells me to make it in nonetheless. I'd better work fucking hard though. I do. Everything's alright!
Then I wake up. Late. And my shift's already started. Bollocks! So I phone up the cafe to speak to the manager. He's very pissed. In fact, after I explain that I'm going to be late, he stands on the other side of the phone not saying anything for a full minute, clatter of dishes behind, before he hangs up on me.
So I went out to the pub and got leathered with people from the cinema instead. |
