not quite the end.

This blog will be retired indefinitely.
My jobs ends at the theatre in a few days,
in which a different company uses the theatre during August.

There are so many moments I haven't blogged about,
and I will continue to do so until I've exausted
every box office memory.

booty call.

"And how many tickets would you like, sir?"

"Well, just a single ticket. I don't know if I feel like driving all the way to Cornwall for a loose woman"

When I found his name in the computer, he came up as Dr [so and so]. a head physician looking for a loose woman. ha.

When there isn't a show...

the box office is dead, but damn, the phone rings off the hook like nobody's business.

I definitely do not look forward to a full shift on Wednesday.
It's the dullest thing you could even imagine.

I'd blog there, but that would be stupidly risky.

Her last name was Peters..

and she was definitely the "we will discuss this at the window" lady.

Okay, here's the update from last night.
She comes to the show looking high and mighty as if us box office workers are just little insignificant peasants in her world.
Moving on, she brings a wad of cash that I hope was once circulated through a group of hookers since she was touching it.

Here's how the conversation went.
Peters: I'd like my tickets now, and I am going to pay for them with cash.
Me: The order was already processed using the credit card number you gave us. In order to hold tickets, we must do immediate payment.
Peters: Well my friend said I could pay with cash at the window and then I wouldn't have to pay the processing fee of $4.00.
Me: If you come to the box office and ORDER tickets; it's not just if you pick them up here.
Peters: Well this is ridiculous. We will not be back! The woman I spoke to on the phone...
Me: Make sure you know what you're saying because I'M the one who spoke to you!
Peters: For an organization who wants people to come to your theatre, you sure make it difficult.
Me: Yeah, I know what you mean. Some people make it hard for me to want to keep my job!

I cannot take it.
And it was so bad that morning one of the girls in the box office was even crying.
It's not as easy as it looks, my friend.

worst. day. ever.

Today was awful.

A woman called to add a ticket to her order.
She fortunately got a seat next to her other seats, and she got the total. It's 32 dollars plus the 4 dollar handling charge for processing orders.
It's a one-time charge, so even if you order 413 tickets, it's only one handling charge.
Anyways, the woman was outraged stating she thinks it is unfair because she paid it when she previously ordered tickets.
I explained it's for each ORDER not just the first time you order tickets.

"Well this makes me upset and frankly very annoyed. I'll let you know we may not be coming here again."

Want the truth? I've been listening to people like you all day and I frankly don't give a damn if you never come here again.

I didn't say that of course, but I was quite LOVELY.
She responds with, "We will discuss this when I arrive to get my tickets" as if it's an open forum or something.
Pay the 4 dollars you stingy jerk and shut up.

pop!

There has been a lot going on.

I've dealt with a lot of frustrating customers, an annoying woman who thinks she is my boss, and even more so, a ton of stupidity.

The box office is open all week, but there are only shows Thursday to Sunday.
So I'm working the box office all day by myself on a Tuesday.

Two concession stand workers come in and ask me to open the door. I didn't really think anything of it until I heard the popcorn machine going.

I went over and was like "What are you doing?"
and she responded with, "how many people are coming to the show?"
I said "none".
and then she was like what?
There is no show, lady.

More importantly when they left, they left the machine going.
Because I'm sure the concession stand catching on fire isn't important or anything.

I only just got my first paycheck and yet I am working all day by myself in the box office.
I'm definitely going to eff something up.