Enjoy The Film

It’s 3am in the morning and I have spent the last five hours closing the concessions on the cinema. The only thing that stopped me waving goodbye altogether to this miserable job is that tomorrow (or today) is a bank holiday.  I’m not sure whether this is the second job I imagined, and it’s certainly not doing my sleeping pattern any good.  I spent the final two hours with one jabberer and his BO, and another miserable egotist who just moaned about the illegality of it all.  By 2am, having done all the checks my brain could handle I had still missed the checks the others should have done on Pick ‘N Mix and the bar.  Spending the evening training new staff whilst serving overly long queues is not healthy.  The management knew two multifunctionals were going to be off sick but they left us understaffed without a manager on the floor (he was forced to stay in the cash office rather than assist us.

I briefly stop my blog as some arsehole taxi is honking his horn outside!  At this hour!

It is at this hour as I reach for the vodka I contemplate the loneliness of this secondary vocation. Where once my life was fulfilled I now come back to my home in the middle of the night after being on my feet for 9 hours (with a 15 mins break) thinking only of enduring in this mind-numbing job to hold on to my home.  It can take an hour to wind down after such adrenalin-inducing heights from churning out so much coca-cola and sweet popcorn at exorbitant prices.  What to do in such time than contemplate one’s own life.

I don’t know how many customers I served tonight but Indiana Jones has definitely saved the cinema’s bacon.  And the rain helped too.  If only there were another tin of jalapenos in the stock cupboard…