Okay phew everything went okay and he performed. I can’t wait to go home after this interval though. u_u
We have some celebrity person in tonight (they’re popular enough to be on TV, I know that much) doing a performance and I guess it was a warning sign when one of our managers was offhandedly telling me how they refused to perform at a theatre one time because they didn’t let them take their dog in with them.
We’re only a small place and do not have huge budget, so our backstage area is pretty damn basic, not uncomfortable but far from glamour or the kind of backstages you’d see on TV. I’ve only overheard stuff but apparently they’re “insulted” that we invited them here, and we’re having to offer if they want to get changed at a local hotel nearby rather than here, and one of their staff is “talking to them” - said by another member of their staff in a tone almost as if they’re having to be convinced to stay and perform, and almost as if to say “yeeeah they’ve done this before, a lot”.
What this rant all comes down to though is goddamn they better perform I am getting so nervous at the concept of having to deal with 200+ angry customers who have turned up just to have the person say “lolnope dun wanna”. Just argh I am so anxious and not happy right now.
Oh boy the fire alarm is malfunctioning at work and we’re halfway through two films and pouring with rain outside I hope it doesn’t go off. It’s kind of in warning mode at the moment and we can’t get it to silence. D=
The phrase I hear over the phone at work that puts me most into imaginary Basil Fawlty mode when I’m in a grumpy mood is when people start their call with “Hi I’m just calling, um, I’d like to…” Really, you’re calling? Thank you so much for clarifying I was getting my quill out to make a written letter response.
I made a funny to a customer today and for the first time ever they actually understood it and laughed.
Customer: “Is The Railway Man on?”
Manager: “It was; I’m afraid it finished today, the last showing was this afternoon.”
Customer: “Oh dear, we missed it.”
Manager: “Yes, we have been showing it for 2 weeks now though.”
Customer: “Yes we saw the poster when we drove past in our car the lastweek.”
Manager: “Well you have to be quick sometimes I’m afraid.”
Customer: “Yes, but we were only able to get in today.”
Me: “It took you that long to find a parking space?”
I was tempted to edit the blurb for 12 Years a Slave on our cinema program leaflets this week so it said it starred Benedict Cucumberpatch to see if anyone noticed but alas the extra characters pushed words around and made it not fit into my design template.
Oh wow, first time in a while this regular customer of ours has turned up. I’ve prolly mentioned it before but she clearly has some kind of mental health problems, I really think she needs a carer. Every time she turns up for a film half an hour early (once or twice even a whole hour early). We explain we can’t show a film to just one person (It’s a loss for us) so she has to wait for other people to turn up. She then spends the entire time sitting saying “I don’t think anyone’s gonna turn up, should I just get my money back?” every other minute and I explained to her over and over that most customers arrive in the last 5 minutes, but nope, she just asked for her money back on the food she bought and left with over 10 minutes to go before the film. She clearly needs assistance, someone who knows how to deal with her irrational way of thinking and comfort her concerns, because she does this all the time. Comes in too early, waits 10 minutes, then leaves before the film was due to start convinced that no-one will turn up. Well… hell actually if she had a carer we’d just be able to show the film obviously coz there’s two of em lol (even though the carer goes in free we could still show it to just the two of them, since obviously it’d be discrimination to not take the hit and say they have to pay or we won’t run it).
Oh, and people did turn up in the end so… yep. What can ya do.
We have a mini Santa’s grotto type deal in the theatre lobby for our pantomime and there’s always one bucket of presents “for boys” and one bucket of presents “for girls” and grr ticks me off.
I overslept so didn’t have time to listen to my advent calender playlist this morning before leaving to work. It so much becomes part of my routine in December now my day feels like I am in a movie with a perpetually long cold open.