At least you knew who the boss was. When I was a teenager I had a job, finally, and it was awful. I had to ride an old 10 speed 20 miles a day round trip to work at a movie theatre, in an embarrassing purple, white, and green uniform, listening to cheap cranky people complain about popcorn and other stuff. Once, a moviegoer complained about the projection and pulled me aside, rambling on about the picture and projectors and stuff I didn't know anything about. He was a seemingly nice old man, dressed very casually in worn old shoes, looked like he warped into the future from about 100 years ago. I said, that's cool. Did you once work in a movie theater? I don't know about the (whatchamacallit), but I can get the projector guy or the manager for you.
NEXT DAY, I got fired, as soon as I clocked in, by the rude woman that was manager. The only explanation I got was that I offended the owner of the theater. (I suppose, the rambling old man was the owner. Wierd)
NEXT DAY, I got fired, as soon as I clocked in, by the rude woman that was manager. The only explanation I got was that I offended the owner of the theater. (I suppose, the rambling old man was the owner. Wierd)
Re: Steve's post # 596.
When I was just out of high school I was working for a Chevrolet dealership. I was under a car on a creeper doing something, don't recall what, but I was frustrated and yelled out, "You General Motors piece of $hit!"
I heard someone clear his throat, saw a pair of nice polished loafers and I rolled out to find the dearlership owner standing there. He frowned down at me and said, "It's a good thing it was only me who heard that, and not a customer."
Tom