Expected to Do???

My husband Brent has been working for his theater for close to three years now. Just last January he got his own theater to manage...oddly enough...its a little more exciting if you ask me.

Have you ever wondered what goes on behind the scenes of a theater? When the doors are closed, and your to busy munching on Popcorn, slurping your cokes, or watching the movies you been waiting to see for months...then this is the place to find out.

Let me tell you its not all grit and glamor. Sometimes its boring as hell, other times its funny as shit. But most of the time...its a bit of fury.

For example. Two of the employees are always at each others necks...They don't want to fight each other, they just argue a lot. Now heres the secret...Brent does it on purpose. It sells stuff. People stick around long enough to listen to there playful banter and on some occasions its about the same thing over and over again. They fight over costumers, fix each others food to see whose faster.

There are some people whom I wish wasn't there (And if I'm lucky in two weeks he won't be. No he's not being fired he's transferring colleges.) He thinks he's never wrong...at all. If he does something wrong obviously its someone elses fault. He hasn't tried to point that stubby little finger at me yet...he would have gotten a piece of my mind thankyouverymuch. But a few days ago another employee...whom I wouldn't have placed in this sort of position cause I didn't think she would actually do it. She got so mad at him that she went off on him. Yelling at him for not doing his job. Going off and hiding when he was suppose to be helping her behind the store. (Concession) He would be fake cleaning something (Fake cleaning I mean he'll clean something three times in a row. He'll look at costumers and say 'oh she'll get you over there' even though she's got a line from hell. He won't do it when I'm out there oh no I carry a knife in my pocket and he's afraid Imma use it on him...the little prick.

There is this sweet young lady there that really needs to keep her bangs out of her face. She's got really nice eyes she doesn't need to hide them. She's got a fascination with lizards, and loves stuffed animals. She puts so much money into the crane machine, and has only got a stuffed animal once. Brent got her and a few of the other chicks little things inside it. I think its cute. But this one girl has a biiiiiig problem. She has a thing...about poop. I'm not joking. She'll be laughing and talking about something totally childish and the stop...make a face and run. 'I gotta poop' and then she gets scared by a bit of thunder and then laugh so hard 'I almost pooped' She'll mess up on her order and yell 'well poop' and then continue on. so yeah...poop

Then there is the red head. I'm not to sure about him yet (If you haven't noticed I'm not naming anyone.)He's got this huge thing about his Irish heritage, and loves movies and music. Meh...thats pretty much all about him except his inability to take me seriously when I tell him I could kick his ass faster then he even knew what happened. He's nice...he just doesn't take me seriously.

The staff leader...I like her enough she just doesn't take her job seriously enough for my tastes. Yes I understand she's in college and she isn't looking for a fulltime position. Thats not my fault, but she needs to put more effort into her work and stop inviting her friends over to the theater to hang out while she's working. Although I'm glad that she brings her school work to work and does it on her off time. but it also seems to be the only time her friends don't bother her. The other day we had to take a load off the truck and she ran around the concession to clock out as fast as she could because she didn't want to help. I don't even work there and neither did her friend but we helped anyways. Hell I carried 50lb bags of popcorn seed to the back. 26 of these bags...shit thats a lot of weight. My arms hurt for a week thankyouverymuch. Brent told her to clock back in. She looked like she wanted to throw a fit.

The girl with the piercings. I soooo feel for this chickie. She's got a tongue, and gum piercing done. Plus has seven tattoos...one of which was got in memory of a child she lost. The guy who knocked her up demanded that she get rid of it...she didn't want to. Obviously she didn't have to...poor thing miscarried. I couldn't have imagined going through that with my two.

The two newbe's. I don't know either of them to well yet, but I do know the girl is a mom and married and is under the age of OMG your legal...and the guy looks like the 10th Doctor from Doctor Who...yeah...no joke.

Now onto the Assistant Manager. She's got a temper, she keeps it in check when I'm around, but I've heard horror stories said by her about her drinking and curiosity with explosives...at the same time.

Then theres the Manager...he doesn't smile to much or at least you don't notice that he smiles a lot because his muscles in his cheek bones don't let him smile big. None of his employees get to see it to often because of that...but he and I have been married for nine years now and we still adore each other, and he's given me two wonderful kids. Zoe is a 6 year old fireball who won't stop at anything to tell you whats on her mind, She's just left Kindergarten. Cody our youngest who is 18 months old...is the size of a 2 and half year old. Brent...adores his kids. I never seen my dad look the way he does when he plays with his kids. He actually gets down on the floor and lets them play around him.

Me...I will invade the theater and stand off to the side near the office and watch the runners run back and forth between theaters, concession, the popper, grabbing stuff from the closets, or tearing tickets. I've coached them on how to do anything about there sells. I dare them to get more money then I have all day that I've got with one sell. I dare them...So there...