Tricks' Randomness

Well I no longer worry about my work. I stopped caring. If the place burned down, I might pee on the flames to help put it out, but that's pretty much it. And only because I want to pee on that place.

Alrighty, so everything where I work sucks. Nothing works for longer then a few weeks. And it is always us who have to deal with pissed of retarded customers who can't see that we have no control over anything in this shit hole. The Managers just hide in their office and don't come out till it is safe.

So today wasn't busy or anything, it was actually dead for a Saturday. First rush I am dumping the popcorn out of the kettle, and the top of the kettle falls off. We take this off at the end of every night to clean it. Remember, this is a popcorn kettle, and it is blazing hot. I have to close down my till and piss people off so that I can fix this thing. I look at it, and we have like 5 little things that hold it on (and they do a great job) Take a wild guess how many were on. 2. TWO MOTHER FUCKING DOOHICKIES!! WHAT THE FUCK! There was 3 on the thing, and whoever put it back on was to fucking lazy to put the third one on. So I had to go over to the second popper, and rob one from there to make it 4. So this thing is like a million degrees....well it's atleast 200 or 300 degrees. And I have to fix this thing. That was fun. But I did it, and it was done well. 10 fucking minutes later, my shithead of a manager (see below) comes out and says "Ok, I need someone to switch the kettle tops on the poppers." I lost it. I didn't say anything but I was so fucking pissed off. I think a small mushroom cloud appeared over my head. Seriously, if this dickhead was actually doing work and not just sitting in the office, he probably would have see that the top came off, and could have just told me to put the other one on, because that's what he was planning. Of course I was the one to do it because I was working with 3 girls, who didn't want to do it. *sigh* So instead of possibly burning myself, I turn off the kettle head and wait for it to cool off.

Mean while I take off the other one and move it. So that gets done, no credit from this assface for doing either thing. No, thanks, no good job. So whatever, I didn't expect any.

I leave, go on break, come back and we do our second rush. After that rush we had 2 more movies in about 30 minutes. King fuckwit decides to send 2 people home from bar, and one had already gotten off, but someone came. So basically it went 4-1-2+1. 2 people left. He decides to go on break now. So I start getting shit read for those two movies, and realise the pin thing that hold the agitator in (in spins around and mixes the popcorn up and spreads salt and oil and shit on them) is nearly out. So this thing normally screws in, and clearly wasn't.

Unfortunately, it is surrounded by white hot metal and taking it off will take too long. I have to stick my hand into the ketting and tighten it. It is like putting your hand like 3 inches away from a fire. It is fucking insanely hot in there. I have twisting it and my knuckle hits the metal and I pull back. I reacted fast enough and no burn. So in my infinite wisdom, I try again. This time I hit my forearm off the metal, burned. Woot. So I am like fuck that, it will stay. I go grab a roll of paper towel and push on it a little, and it pops back out. So I now realise that it won't go in. Fun. So now I have to keep an eye on that thing and make sure it doesn't fall out (cause it would be my fault, of course) So I start stocking candy, and people come in from those 2 movies. I am alone, and have to serve people coming in for two movies at once. One lady yells at me like it is my fault. I nearly dropped her ass right there. So as this mini-rush is ending, this guy comes back from break. Guess what happened to him? NOTHING. I did the exact same thing once (except I came back about a third into the rush, where he came at the end) and I got written up by King Fuckwit. So that was a gigantic slap in the face. So lets see, fixed the popper 3 times, burned myself, got no recognition, and basically got a kick in the nuts by my manager. Fun. Fucking. Times. *sigh* I really hope that a large bus runs over that fucker.

There you are Mr. C, not as much swearing as usual, throw in a few fucks and you'll be good.