Like many other people in the UK this month, I have been dragged, kicking and screaming (kidding, I'm a major sad-ass who thrives off being stressed and exhausted) off furlough and back into my natural habitat - which happens to be a cinema that I manage in a city. I was originally super psyched to be back but there have been so many mishaps and silly stories that I've accumulated during my very short time there.
In my defence, I have had 5 months off and have been thrown into 50+ hour weeks to help us get prepared for opening in 2 weeks, and I have clearly forgotten how to cinema. I will type below the stupid stuff I have done/any petty complaints about work and I encourage others to share their silly work stories so I do not feel like such a muppet.
So far:
I will add as it happens, but please feel free to contribute
In my defence, I have had 5 months off and have been thrown into 50+ hour weeks to help us get prepared for opening in 2 weeks, and I have clearly forgotten how to cinema. I will type below the stupid stuff I have done/any petty complaints about work and I encourage others to share their silly work stories so I do not feel like such a muppet.
So far:
- Forgetting how dark cinemas are and face planting walls I forgot existed at every corner - for extra effect, the thuds echo - thankfully I am mostly alone when I do this
- Having to remember my make up routine in the morning and looking like someone's dad trying out drag for the first time
- Forgetting that there are no windows in the cinema and it is HOT in the UK right now, my office is sweltering and I'm sweating, a LOT.
- On that note, we had a contractor visit work today to do some stuff and he came into my office and said "Oh wow, you're really hot" and to which my arrogant ass replied "oh, well thank you" - he meant my temp, I was sweating, and red faced (Sun's out, gingers in, people).
I will add as it happens, but please feel free to contribute