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ramblings of a deranged mind...
Apr. 11th, 2004 12:45 pmFor some reason, I was thinking earlier. About when I worked at the Science Center. I can look at it, now, and not feel completely bitter--even if they did fire me two weeks before Christmas. And for the most specious of reasons (I missed One. Day. of work).
I was never a fabulous survey-taker. I hated it, in fact. But I was damned good at the customer service part of my job--which wasn't part of my job at all, really.
When I'd work on the Planeterium side, there would be fewer people leaving than on the main side. And, well, I had a tendency to take over the position of the 'greeter'--I'd sit behind the counter in the box office, which was right in the lobby and such. I'd sit back there and do things like help people with wheelchair rental, stroller rental, information, etc, etc. Lost and Found, too.
But it wasn't my job.
And, really, I only did it when the two box office attendants were people I knew. If I hit the Planeterium, and Mike and Angie were back there? My day was *so* made. The three of us could and did talk about everything under the sun. And they didn't mind me sitting back there--the whole "I'm bored out of my skull" thing and all. And they were bored, too.
I was never reprimanded for sitting back there--I'm not even sure my supervisor ever knew. She certainly never came by and saw me back there.
But, sometimes, I wonder. If myabe that's the real reason they fired me. Or if maybe some of the greeters mentioned it. I doubt either Angie or Mike would have (or Alyssa, the laser show girl... Damnit, I miss her, too) mentioned it. They liked being entertained--and the three (or four) of us together were *highly* entertaining. And rude. And wrong. And... yeah. We had fun.
Leonard was one of the greeters. He was a creepy kinda guy. And he only caught me back there once or twice. I think I generally lied when he did. I don't think the really crazy greeter guy ever caught me. He's the membership guy who wears scary hats. He's.. obsessed.
Hrm. Aaron and Mary might have caught me. They were newly hired, and they ran the greeters under Lynette. But they were nice. Although, perhaps, they didn't like me back there either.
I just... I suppose I wonder. Did any of them survive the purge when the Planeterium was closed for remodeling? Did Angie and Mike go off to something else? I know Alyssa did. I used to see her at Forest Park, sometimes. She was majoring in art, I believe. It's... just strange. To think that there's a bit of my past that I miss. Or maybe I'm just over-stating.
Don't know.
Perhaps I've just buried these memories because it still hurts. Two. Weeks. Before. Christmas. What if I hadn't been living at home? What if I'd needed that money for rent? And... There was no consideration of any sort. Just an impersonal letter that stated cold facts.
I suppose the thing I'll always be amused about is that I had literally made up my mind to write a letter of resignation--and I opened my mail, first. There's a log somewhere, of me saying something in... #drwhochat, I think. "Right. I'm going to resign.... Lemme open this mail first." Or something like that. Karma, I suppose.
Hrm. Oatmeal.
I was never a fabulous survey-taker. I hated it, in fact. But I was damned good at the customer service part of my job--which wasn't part of my job at all, really.
When I'd work on the Planeterium side, there would be fewer people leaving than on the main side. And, well, I had a tendency to take over the position of the 'greeter'--I'd sit behind the counter in the box office, which was right in the lobby and such. I'd sit back there and do things like help people with wheelchair rental, stroller rental, information, etc, etc. Lost and Found, too.
But it wasn't my job.
And, really, I only did it when the two box office attendants were people I knew. If I hit the Planeterium, and Mike and Angie were back there? My day was *so* made. The three of us could and did talk about everything under the sun. And they didn't mind me sitting back there--the whole "I'm bored out of my skull" thing and all. And they were bored, too.
I was never reprimanded for sitting back there--I'm not even sure my supervisor ever knew. She certainly never came by and saw me back there.
But, sometimes, I wonder. If myabe that's the real reason they fired me. Or if maybe some of the greeters mentioned it. I doubt either Angie or Mike would have (or Alyssa, the laser show girl... Damnit, I miss her, too) mentioned it. They liked being entertained--and the three (or four) of us together were *highly* entertaining. And rude. And wrong. And... yeah. We had fun.
Leonard was one of the greeters. He was a creepy kinda guy. And he only caught me back there once or twice. I think I generally lied when he did. I don't think the really crazy greeter guy ever caught me. He's the membership guy who wears scary hats. He's.. obsessed.
Hrm. Aaron and Mary might have caught me. They were newly hired, and they ran the greeters under Lynette. But they were nice. Although, perhaps, they didn't like me back there either.
I just... I suppose I wonder. Did any of them survive the purge when the Planeterium was closed for remodeling? Did Angie and Mike go off to something else? I know Alyssa did. I used to see her at Forest Park, sometimes. She was majoring in art, I believe. It's... just strange. To think that there's a bit of my past that I miss. Or maybe I'm just over-stating.
Don't know.
Perhaps I've just buried these memories because it still hurts. Two. Weeks. Before. Christmas. What if I hadn't been living at home? What if I'd needed that money for rent? And... There was no consideration of any sort. Just an impersonal letter that stated cold facts.
I suppose the thing I'll always be amused about is that I had literally made up my mind to write a letter of resignation--and I opened my mail, first. There's a log somewhere, of me saying something in... #drwhochat, I think. "Right. I'm going to resign.... Lemme open this mail first." Or something like that. Karma, I suppose.
Hrm. Oatmeal.
