is murder always a crime?

[spankerella]

I hate my job.

There's this woman that I work with that is absolutely in the wrong profession. I try not to be bad on people, but she's really inept. When you work at a theatre, it is a given that you will have to interact with the general public... unless you have my job. She doesn't deal with people well... AT ALL. Especially when they're upset. Several of the employees have problems with her methods. They've not only complained to all the other managers but to me... since I'm apparently getting a rep for giving excellent advice due to my wisdom from age. *snort* I just have common sense, unlike most of the twits working there. Anywho... back to the beast (that's what they call her, the beast), she's a manager and has no people skills. Woman is definitely in the wrong job.

Also, there's a hygiene issue. Unless I'm out camping, I am fairly clean. I wash my hair every day. I brush my teeth two to three times a day... and various other clean rituals. This woman often smells like dirt. Not fresh soil. Like grit. Dirty dirt.... and sweat kinda. Her hair's usually greasy too. It's gross. Now, I know what it's like to be poor. All too well, but I've never been that dirty before. I even hinted to her that lots of things can be washed in just Dawn dishwashing liquid. You can do your clothes, dishes, hair.... she hasn't taken the hint. I've done it. Yeah, it's not the best for your hair, but it does get you clean.

But that's not the thing here. I could handle her being inept. I could even handle her lack of hygiene. I'd just avoid her and worry about doing my job, but she worked a shift in my projection booth the last night... AND SERIOUSLY FUCKED A BUNCH OF MY SHIT UP!!! I spent all day today fixing things. I was so frustrated. I didn't know someone could mess things up that badly on one shift. And without getting too technical and booth-geek, she burned a rather expensive and pain-in-the-arse to replace part on one of the projectors. BURNED! I'd honestly never seen anything like it in all my years of doing projection at various theatres. I may hate my job, but I love those projectors. I take great pains to maintain them. There's something soothing to me about the heat and the constant clicking of a projector. The flickering light and the beam with floating dust in it. Plus, the circular movement of the film as it goes around.

It just really pisses me off when someone's careless with those projectors because I know they're careless because they don't see what I see.

Anyways, I'm gonna go put a pen through my eye now. But first this... strangely apropos for today meme nicked from empressvesica...

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Zang! Who is that, sprinting along the hotel lobby! It is Spankerella, hands clutching buzzsaw hand extensions! She bellows mightily: "I'm going to fuck you into the fast lane!"

Find out! Enter username: Are you a girl, or a guy ?

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Comments

[dreamybrowneyes.livejournal.com]

this is so incredibly dorky of me, but...how'd you get to be a projectionist? i mean, how'd you learn? fuck, how do you even apply for that?

or am i just an unobservant dumbass? cuz that's entirely possible.

how does one become a projectionist?

[spankerella.livejournal.com]

You work your way up at a theatre... most of the time. I started in the concession stand and did usher sometimes. When they realized I could handle vast amounts of money and not be off on my till, I got moved to box office. It was actually a very lurid crush on a projectionist when I was a box cashier that got me trained in booth many mnay moons ago. I kept going upstairs to talk to him on my breaks. Since I didn't want to appear like I was having an insane crush, I asked him about the booth. He told the manager I was asking a lot of questions, next thing I know he's training me. Go me. Nothing like being alone in the semi-dark with a guy that makes you weak in the knees.

And I found, very quickly, that I was rather adept for the work. I have an eerie sixth sense for film. Too bad the pay for projectionists in TX is mostly crap. But not everyone can do it. Running a booth right takes a certain amount of intuition about things... and being able to fix things quickly when they go horribly wrong. I have this job now because when I lost the last one, it was work I was trained for. I don't even have to think about it, I've done it off and on for so many years. I just wish the pay was better. I can barely make ends meet, but at least I have a job. I know a lot of other people who are currently unemployed... and not by choice.

[serendu.livejournal.com]

You have my sympathies. As I abhor my job intensely without anyone messing with my records it drives me up the wall when I notice people have changed things incorrectly.

Fortunately for them there's a little matter of an ocean between them and me. Which is a good thing. Most of the time...

I do hope your projectors can be fixed/salvaged without too much hassle on your part.

serendu~in work. not loving it~

[stardustgrl.livejournal.com]

I know what it's like to hate your job Echo, boy do I. When I was a waitress all the wait staff hated the boss. We usually spent our shifts plotting how we could burn the place to the ground with the boss in it and we oh so non-affectionately called the boss Satan. He made almost everyone that worked there cry at least once while they were employed by him.

So the only advice I can give you is just try and hang in there while you can. Hopefully soon you can find a better job. It eventually happened for me. Good luck I hope it happens very soon for you.

[norwegianne.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Maybe you should hint to the coworkers who come to you that they need to tell someone else, who could... maybe give this someone a talking-to?