Not Projecting A Good Outcome For Him

, , , , , , | Working | December 5, 2019

(This takes place shortly before theaters are required to convert to digital projectors. As such, the procedure when a movie is dropped is that the projectionist takes the print the theater was given, breaks it down, and places it in a case; then, someone from the studio comes in and picks up the print. Our projectionist at the time has a bit of a drinking problem.)

Studio Guy: “Hi. I’m here to pick up [Movie we have just dropped].”

Me: “Really? That was fast. Okay, I’ll go check to see if it’s ready.”

(I head to where the broken-down prints are usually stored, but I don’t see it, so I run upstairs to find the protectionist, but I can’t locate him. Finally, I decide to head out and see if maybe he’s at the bar next door.)

Bartender: “Hey, looking for [Projectionist]?”

Me: *somewhat annoyed* “Yeah.”

Bartender: “He’s in the restroom. He should be out shortly.”

Me: “Great… Thanks.”

(When he gets out, I tell him about what’s going on and we both head back to the theater and to the projection booth, where I help him to break down the print, which ends up hitting a snag… literally. When running the print through the machine to break it down, the projectionist’s shirt gets caught in it, taking even more time to get everything straightened out. Eventually, the general manager comes in.)

General Manager: “Hey, guys, is that print ready yet?”

Projectionist: “Not yet; we had a few hangups.”

General Manager: “Okay. I just told the guy what’s going on, and he’ll be back later to pick up the print. [My Name], I need you to head back downstairs. I can help out up here.”

Me: “Got it.”

(The process practically takes the remainder of the evening as the projectionist keeps going off to do other things before the print is even finished… including taking a nap in the storage room. Finally, the print is ready, and the guy comes back to pick it up. By this point, we’re closed for the night, and I’m waiting for the general manager to come down since he was supposed to give me a ride home, but he has to take care of a few things with the projectionist. When he does finally come down, he’s about as angry as I’ve ever seen him.)

General Manager: “Yeah… he is so fired.”

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Unfiltered Story #178402

, , , | Unfiltered | November 29, 2019

(I work at a local fish store. A guy comes in looking for some new fish for his tank.)

Me: What are you looking for?

Guy: I have a lot of chicklids [sic] and I’d like more.

Me: We have a lot of *cichlids*. I’ll show you…

Guy: Yeah, I’ve been doing chicklids [sic] for a while so I’m pretty good with them.

(Proceed to show him our selection, he starts asking about compatibility. I ask more questions and find out he has a 20gal tank with an Oscar, and Acara, a couple geos, a polypterus, and more… He swears he’s going to get a new tank soon.)

Me: I really can’t recommend anything for your tank until you get something bigger. Your tank is already pretty full, eh?

Chicklid guy: I mean, not even that one? (Pointing to a six inch geo heckelii)

Me: No, that’s *already* too big for your tank. You really need to wait until you get your new tank set up.

Chicklid guy: What about another one of those [polypterus]?

Me: No, really, your tank is very full. You *really* should just wait…

Chicklid guy: Well what if I get some smaller fish? [points at neon tetras]

Me: Your cichlids will eat them, and anyways your tank is still too full…

Chicklid guy: What about [some other fish]?

Me (trying really hard not to get frustrated): Sir, there is not a single fish in this store that I will recommend for your tank. Your tank is too small and none of the fish we have will do well in your tank. You just don’t have room for ANY more fish until you get a bigger tank set up.

Chicklid guy: …Not even [other fish]?

Passing The Family Test Is All That Counts

, , , , , | Working | November 15, 2019

(The store where I work is family-owned; most of my coworkers are related in some way, and those that are not are friends of the owner. The majority of my coworkers are college-aged and enjoy engaging in “recreational activities” after work [read: I work with a bunch of potheads]. I overhear this conversation involving the store owner.)

Manager: “Why don’t you drug test your employees?”

Owner: “Well, I usually don’t hire randos off the street; they tend to be family or friend connections. Plus, it would just be excessive time and another expense to have everyone tested, and I have yet to have a problem that would prompt me to feel the need.”

Manager: *snorts* “You know if you drug tested, you’d probably lose half your staff.”

Owner: *sighing* “And that is an unfortunate fact that I choose to ignore.”

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A Genuine Smile Literally Puts You In The Air

, , , , , , | Right | November 7, 2019

I am on a layover in Atlanta on my way home to Washington DC. 

My connecting flight won’t be boarding for another six hours. 

I look at the departures and see that another flight on the same airline has a flight in an hour to one of the other DC airports. I am flying solo and only have a carry-on, nothing checked.

I decide to go to the service desk to see if I can switch flights. I am willing to take “no” as a possible answer since I already have the other flight booked.

As I step up to the service desk queue, I hear a woman yelling at the attendant. Apparently, there was a delay on the woman’s previous flight and they missed the connecting flight. Because the delay was caused by an airport issue on the originating side, the delay wasn’t caused by that airline and the only thing they can do is reschedule the flight, which isn’t going to be until the next day mid-morning. The woman is going ballistic, but there is literally nothing the attendant can do other than reschedule.

After at least ten minutes of this, the women reschedules and leaves in a huff, along with the phone number of the airline’s customer service. 

I calmly walk up and greet the attendant with a friendly, “Hello,” and ask how she is doing. She looks a bit confused but says she has had better days. I ask about possibly switching the flight, and she says, “That flight is usually pretty filled since it is a commuter flight.” I tell her thanks for checking, and I hope she has a good rest of her shift.

As I am walking away, she says, “Hold on… Let me see your tickets.” I give them to her and she starts typing away. 

Two minutes later, I have a new boarding pass for the earlier flight, a seat by the wing with much more legroom because it is also the emergency row, and no one sitting next to me. 

It just proves that a polite smile and a show of true compassion will get you a long way.

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Savings In Disguise

, , , , , , | Romantic | October 15, 2019

(I’m studying to get my certification to sell insurance. A friend sends me a joke and I read it aloud to my boyfriend.)

Me: “Would a Transformer get car insurance or life insurance?”

Boyfriend: *pause* “He can just bundle and save.”

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