Please excuse the formatting and any errors. I'm on mobile, half asleep tying this.
For some dumb reason my managers only scheduled one closing concessionist, one closing box office person and NO closing usher or greeter.
It was me, the girl in concession, one manager and one supervisor. (gotta love the super tight leash Three-Letter-Company keeps on payroll...) It was hell.
Line out the door for box, the whole zig-zag concession line was packed (you know, for the non "premiere" members). Manager and supervisor running around from box to concession to help.
Well finally, closing time. I'm exhausted. I'm irritated. Because its 11 pm and I have to be back at work first thing in the morning. Doors are locked.
Im off the clock and leaving and as I'm walking out three guys try to come in. I tell them we're closed. D for douchebag. Me for me.
D: Why can't you let us in?
Me: We're closed. And doors are locked. For security purposes we can't let anyone in after doors are locked.
D: That's not right, we have tickets. What the hell do you expect us too do?
Me: I dunno, come back tomorrow for a refund?
And you know what that dick says to me?
D: Go get your manager! Let us in!
Me: I'm off the fucking clock, and don't have time for this shit.
I just walked away after that because I was exhausted and ready to get to bed especially since I open tomorrow.
I know this isn't the most eventful thing ever but seriously it pisses me off when people expect me to work or answer questions while off the clock. Sorry not sorry I don't work for free.
Also how the fuck do you expect me to do anything for you when we are closed and I'm WALKING OUT THE DOOR? Ugh. People man. Back at it tomorrow.