#i get we're technically a 'locally owned' theater
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My boss: you work as an usher and have to clean disgusting theaters multiple times a day and deal with people
Me: okay, will I get paid well?
Boss: no, you'll be paid below the livable wage and have the lowest paycheck out of all the positions you can have here
Me: will I ever get a raise?
Boss: no
Me: do I at least get both a 30 and a 15 minute breaks during my shifts since they're all over 8 hours?
Boss: no, you'll always have a 30 but if we're busy we'll need you to not take a fifteen
Boss: also on weekends you'll have to stay an hour longer than normal
Me: am I guaranteed to always get my fifteen on those days?
Boss: no
Me: is there any way to get paid more?
Boss: yes, training to work in a different position so you can work in 2 positions at once, but only managers can decide if you can get double trained
Me: okay.... At least I only work part time so hopefully I won't get too tired when summer comes
Boss: this summer we're having early very cheap movies so we need you to come in an hour early for every shift
Me: will I get paid any more for this at least?
Boss: no
And like- I feel ripped off-
#rambles#busy days with large crowds cause me to have a panick attack and cry by the end of my shift whenever that happens#and now they're having me come in early and consistently deal with a huge crowd#and i get paid barely anything#i get we're technically a 'locally owned' theater#but we're also the only theater within a mile radius#and we get the same amount of customers as the name brand theater i used to work at#like#literally concessions get's paid well over $25 bucks an hour#and they only have like 5 people trained in concessions and won't let anyone else in#there's like 20 ushers and we're all paid under $10 an hour and treated like shit daily#like 7 out of 9 shifts i get covered in trash juice from being the one to deal with the trash#I'm getting mistreated by customers#I'm having anxiety attacks#I'm cleaning 9 giant theaters multiple times a day#I'm moving boxes#I'm helping everyone else at their NON-USHER stations#because they schedule a lot of ushers#so when theaters aren't letting out to make sure there's not a giant group around the stand#they'll send us off to do other people's jobs but it won't be considered as us doing that job so we aren't paid for being “#'double trained' even though we all lnow how to part food and how to deal with cups and run the cash register and stuff#because of how often our coworkers walk away from their stations#us ushers are paid the least#but like#we're the most important ones there methinks (since we clean everything and help with everything else as well)#why are the people who microwave food paid more than the people who clean 9 theaters over 12 times a day????
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Went to a school board meeting with a friend to support her and her union in their opposition to hundreds of teacher/counselor layoffs. Filled out a little card to speak because why not, we're trying to make this meeting run crazy long, so they probably won't get to me, and if they do, I can yap, right? I'm a yapper. All I have to do is yap.
Meeting does go crazy long. So long, in fact, that people start trickling out of the overflow room we're all stuffed in and the temperature drops. I put my black peacoat around my shoulders, over my black shirt and dark jeans. I am the only person in here wearing a mask, and I only know one person here, so I'm mostly quiet and listening to others talk. I write a little statement in my notebook to read in case I panic, mostly about the importance of educators in a time of misinformation and chaos. I listen more. I scroll Tumblr. I say very little, except to cheer and boo when the room does.
3.5 hours in, my name is unexpectedly called. I'm one of the last to speak and they're calling a lot of people who've already left, so I jump up and hustle out to the board chamber, talk my way past the guard, and stride swiftly into the room and up to the lectern so as not to waste any more of anyone's time.
I read my statement. It's angry because fuck these people, they're firing teachers in the middle of a shortage to cover up their own incompetence. I've done theater, radio, podcasting, and some teaching, so I know my way around a mic and I project my voice like a motherfucker. My voice is a little rough because of three hours of mask-induced postnasal drip. I get to the end of my statement (about 30 seconds), and instead of thanking the board, I snarl, "DO BETTER," into the mic. Then I walk out--again, with a long swift stride for efficiency, but yes, it could technically be called storming or stalking.
I cross the hall back to the overflow room, where everyone has been watching on a screen. I awkwardly squeeze past some people in the doorway and start to scurry back to my seat when somebody whoops and several people applaud. I sit back down with my friend and HER friends are giving me startled/impressed looks. My friend hugs me.
It is then that I realize that, between my somewhat aggressive eyeshadow and deep-set eyes, my mask, and my nearly all-black ensemble, I probably look a little spooky right now, especially on the monitor. Also, I just growled an angry and impassioned message at a government body, and then I swept out of the room with my coat billowing behind me like I was the goddamn Batman of secondary school funding. Which most of the room probably did not expect out of someone who otherwise said maybe ten words all night, all of which were cheerful and about snacks and/or my handmade teddy bears.
Anyway, this is your sign to try to terrify your local school board into doing the right thing.
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