So this is going to be another rant and a half because I am experiencing this as I write this so I am not a happy Becca. Jobs are terrible. OK I just over reacted but flipping heck some jobs are not worth the money at all. If you read my other blogs by now you would know I work in my local cinema. An independent one that is run by a father and son who WERE great.
The father is great. The problem with him is he is really nice to me and just lets me get on with my job. Then mentions god knows what to his son and then his son feels the need to say something to me. Which can I point out, I do not mind. What really annoys me is when they say that don’t do anything properly or (and I am quoting from a message I received on Facebook the other day) need to talk about what I actually do.
Now I have already said that it is run by a father and son. The girlfriend of the father and the step daughter also work there as well. I am the only one who properly works there and is not related to anybody or friends with anybody special. Even the supervisor is the sons best friend brother. That is how he got he job.
This is all relevant I promise. I am the only one who sits down stairs and helps out if needed. Every body else goes upstairs and eats and sits on their phone. That is a long couple of paragraphs just to say this last paragraph. But yet I am the one who needs talking to. I can not believe this. I am uber p*****. Urg. People. I like my dog a lot more this week. Enjoy.