Experience the Megaplex Difference

I have worked at a movie theater for three and a half years, but recently every day feels like one day too long.  I mean, I love my job, but how many tickets or popcorns can one sell before enough is enough?

I currently work in the floor department, meaning I tell guests where to go, then clean up after them once they get there.

I sympathize with another supervisor who often has the following conversation with himself as guests leave: "How did you like the popcorn? --Oh wait, you don't know? Because you didn't eat it--you just threw it on the ground!?!"
It's moments like this that make it easy for me to put on my "Megaplex Smile" and keep coming back.

Just the other day, while helping out in concessions, I was reminded why I keep this job.
I was busy popping popcorn when I needed to run to the back room to get more nachos. I looked around and asked a semi-new concessionist, Brooke, to watch the popcorn for me. Without hesitation Brooke said yes, and that was that. Based on the surety of her answer, I assumed she knew what she was doing, and I left the stand.
When I came back a few minutes later I found Brooke, quite literally, "watching the popcorn."
The second she saw me, she began frantically waving her hands in front of her face, screaming "It's burning!! What do i do?!"
I couldn't even try to pretend to be mad.
I imagine I was having the same feeling a mom has when she finds her little kid--in the pantry--covered in peanut butter.
Too cute to yell at. 

Toilet Paper Bandit

I have always been lucky to have awesome roommates or at the very least, awesome stories to tell about terrible roommates.
One of my most memorable roommates was a girl named Lynnette. I say girl, but that's a little misleading considering she was a 30 year-old super senior. 

Lynnette was a very cheap person, and decided early in the semester the she didn't need to help buy toilet paper for the apartment. 

When politely asking her to buy toilet paper didn't work, my other roommate, Amberly, and I decided we would approach things from a different angle. We chose to simultaneously empty both bathrooms of all toilet paper.
We put our plan into motion, and when we reconvened in the hallway a minute later with arms full of toilet paper, I was confused when Amberly started laughing.
"Why did you grab your towels?" Amberly asked.

"Clearly you've never run out of toilet paper" was all I could respond with. 

The next time I saw Lynnette walk into the bathroom, I couldn't help but immediately start laughing as the door closed behind her.
It only got funnier when she didn't come out for 20 minutes.
To my satisfaction, Lynnette bought toilet paper the very next day.
The moral of the story: Don't mess with Randi. 

Also: Never underestimate the desperation of a girl with no toilet paper.

What's in a Name?

Before you read this blog, listen to "Please Don't Tell Her" by Jason Mraz.

Music helps me understand my world, and after listening to this song, I understand what it's like to be the Girl with the Broadest Shoulders. I think I've been the Girl with the Broadest Shoulders for years. 

Let me explain.

"She was the girl with the broadest shoulders, but she would die before I crawled over them. She is taller than I am. She knew I wouldn't mind the view there, or the altitude with a mouth full of air. She let me down, the doubt came out, until the now became later. Say that it isn't so, how she easily come, how she easy go. Please don't tell her, cause she don't really need to know.....Please don't tell her that I've been meaning to miss her, because I don't."

The Girl with the Broadest Shoulders is no linebacker. She's just a girl. A strong, tall, beautiful girl, who is perhaps too strong for the broken hearted boy singing about her. 

I think I know how she feels. She's successful, happy, and loves life. But there's one problem. She has these broad shoulders, shoulders I assume she developed from carrying some huge responsibility she feels she has. She's carried it as long as she can remember, and it's something she'll continue to carry, because that's just who she is. Her broad shoulders will only seem to get broader each day, scaring away those boys who can't seem to see past them. 
But one day, she'll find the perfect guy, who doesn't see her as too tall or with shoulders too broad. 

Until then, the Girl with the Broadest Shoulders will continue, smiling and laughing as she does. How she easily come. How she easy go.