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So, I work at a movie theatre in my town and all they let me do is work the food. I pop popcorn and serve drinks, and handle the money. I can understand why though. Last time I worked in the ticket area, I had a breakdown from accidentally shorting someone money. I can't take tickets without getting antsy. and Usher, where you clean up after the movie ends, is mainly a mans job. I get to do everything but tickets... but they like me to sell food....

I love my job, 2 free tickets a week for any movie that is not Sony, and its fun... just some of my co-workers I can do without. One of which just pushes my buttons. She is lazy, and complains about everything. I can't even say something around her without her thinking I'm talking about her. I can say who I'm talking about and she will still think it is.

And if I say anything to her, she goes crying to her mom, and her mom comes in and complains about me to our manager. Here was a good one. One day, she was trying to flirt with a guy who was buying an ICEE from her. well, our policy on refills is one free, but we never really count them. Well, she was trying to flirt by telling this guy about how we never count the refills unless you start getting crazy numbers of them. And I could tell the guy was wanting to get to his movie but was to nice to tell her to shut it, so I dove in, saying our policy, and that I hoped he enjoyed his movie. Well, the girl looks at me after he leaves and tells me that I did something stupid and she was flirting with him. I told her she was rambling and the guy needed to get to his movie, and he looked like he already had a girlfriend. She thought, and said to her mom, that I was calling her fat and that she would never get a boyfriend.

This girl has done crazy things in the past. She "dates" guys she meets online, and she is a bit over weight, but so they don't think so, she says she's pregnant. I don't think she ever thought that one through. If she was pregnant, she would have been very far along and what would the guy think if she says she's pregnant, but never has a kid.

And I'm not sure if blogs are the best places to rant, but I had to let it all out now before I go to work tonight and more than likely see her.

If anyone has any advice for me, please let me know... she is driving me INSANE!!

i dont blame you i'd be angry as well

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So.. at work we get 2 free tickets a week to see movies with, and my managers like to joke about me with mine. Last year, when Hairspray came out, I used 6 of my tickets, thats taking a friend with me for 3 weeks, to see it. During your break, you can go and sit through movies, I went and sat through Hairspray. I would dance to the ending music when I was there for the time, and everyone called me Broadway because of my immense love for musicals.

This year, Mama Mia, the musical based off of music by the group ABBA, is coming out, and my manager said there might be a midnight showing of it. I had a near squeal fest. I love broadway musicals and ABBA music so Mama Mia was like heroin to a drug addict! But I am the age where I need to work the midnight showings, dang, BUT I was told since I worked the last two, Indiana Jones and Thursday nights The Dark Knight, I might just be able to work till a certain time, then get off and go watch it blaugh heart blaugh heart blaugh heart

Mama Mia, here I go again!

So, I have to wonder if I'm right in doing this... my ex stated the other day that he wanted to try being friends again, and since then, we try to talk a little bit online...

But sometimes after we talk, I feel like I betrayed my current boyfriend trust. He doesn't know we are talking, because he said he never wanted me to talk about him...

I'm so confused right now...

So... school starts back up for me on Tuesday, and I have 4 classes.

Math
English
a 1 hour seminar
and "Teaching with the Textbook"

same thing happens Thursdays, except I add

"Using Computers in the Classroom"

How many guys do you have to date before your "type" is choosen? I have dated two, and supposedly I date nerdy guys