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corn, the popular kind

Aug 12, 2009 || 04:21

Ma avastasin enda jaoks aastatagused blogisissekanded ajast, kui ma kinos töötasin, mis mul muige suule tõid. I like 'em. And I miss writing in English. Douzo.

|180707| Walk me to the graveyard

This is my popcorn kingdom, of which I am a queen.

I've thought about putting well-trained, yet very aggressive Dobermans in front of the popcorn machine, so if any of the sellers would come and try to take some popcorn (to take to their places so it could be sold to clients), they would stop them. 'Cause honestly, I fill all the popcorn boxes and the tub and think I'm done and can take a break, and then.. they come and take everything. ToT Whyyyyy ?!

No, they must be dealt with. Dogs it is, then.

But of course, my reign has almost come to an end.. for this year, at least. Only once more will I carry the burden of being a popcorn-maker. However, this time it's going to be.. fucking horrible. Potter is coming to the cinemas, thus probably half the population will follow. And no dogs will keep 'em sellers away. If, then probably the clients would riot and crash into the room and just take the tub with them, hooting wildly.

As fun (cynically speaking) as it has been, I'd rather not go back at all. The fact that there's going to be probably thousands of people on the two last days of work is very upsetting. Last day as a seller, too. Making mistakes (that will cost me money, rendering the whole work thing kind of pointless, as I pay because of work with what I get for work) when such a popular movie is being shown is kind of inevitable, and annoys the crap out of me. -.-

It is not one of those rant-moments right now, thus this came out a bit too.. something-something, but bear with me here. Next time I'm at work I probably won't have ANY time to do ANYTHING except more popcorn.

It will be all over soon.. but oh, what will I rant about then ?

|010707| And maybe just a dash of formaldehyde

I AM the lookout.

Picture this: a young woman, possibly in her early-30s, walks by the counter on her way to the bathroom, silently scanning with her eyes as she goes. Scanning for what, you might ask. Well, for sellers, of course. She doesn't see anyone, however, because the movie has already started, thus there aren't any clients and the sellers can take a break in the back room. But I see her whilst I hold four boxes in one hand and fill them with popcorn.

Another important task of the popcorn-maker is to notify sellers if there are any clients at the counter. Great pride in my work.

She doesn't stop, however. Another possible threat averted.

Why yes, I do believe I have gone cuckoo from all that popcorn. And yes, it seems like a chronicle.

Oh dear god.

|260607| Down in the Mexicali

When you go to the cinema and buy popcorn, do you ever stop to wonder just how it was made, who made it, and when ? Do you seat yourself in your designated soft red chair, take a few popcorns from the ridiculously expensive box, put them in your mouth, chew on them for a while, and think to yourself: 'This is yesterday's popcorn' ? No, I suppose you don't. You might turn to your friend and comment that it is too salty, not salty enough or just plain bad (or good, I'm not saying there's no good popcorn around), but you don't consider the age of the popcorn. Well, not unless you're a person working in the cinema that sometimes makes popcorn, thus feels the difference.
Yes, it is somewhat of a curse.
The thing is, you don't really want to know something like this, because then you know that you could have it better. That you've had it better. Paying that much for popcorn that is only so-so seems pointless. Thankfully, I'm so fed up with popcorn that I don't buy it anymore. Of course, in all honesty, I don't even want to go the cinema anymore, since the building itself reminds me of work. And let me tell you, I'm not the working type (big surprise there).

The next month could be dedicated to writing a whole chronicle about popcorn, but I'd prefer not to. It'd be kind of sad to be this cynical and jaded at such a young age. True, it might be too late for that, but I don't have to show it out that much.. yet.

Ah, I wonder if they'll fire me for writing this when I'm at work. There's more than enough popcorn, thus I've got nothing to do, but the camera behind me (and the person checking the camera) might disagree with the use of this free time.

Oh I do love English. The funny part is, I got mocked several times because I didn't use Estonian much (that of course making me a person not capable of writing Estonian at all, it seems.. or well, at least miserably), but still I got a very high score in my Estonian exam. In your face, you anonymous bitches! xD

Oookay. I might just continue this at a later time.
I'm afraid it might become a problem that when I gave in my application to get the cinema card thing (aah, you know what I mean.. or if you don't, I guess explaining wouldn't matter much anyway), I put this site down as my site. Aaand now I'm talking about popcorn. Right. So, uhm.. popcorn is great, the cinema is great, I'm totally doing my job ? Okay, good. I'll go do some more popcorn now. *flee*

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