Today...or technically yesterday at work, this really annoying mum with five kids came downstairs after seeing a film and spoke to me.
Woman: I have a complaint to be made.
Me: Oh right, ok. What's the problem?
Woman: I had to have my youngest son sat on my knee throughout the entire movie because two kids were sat in the wrong seats. They didn't even have the right tickets to sit in those seats.
Me: Right, ok. Did you not think to come out of the screen and seek a member of staff before the film actually started?
Woman: What, and leave my kids in there on their own? (Note at least two of these kids were young teenagers)
Me: I'll call a manager for you.
What really narked me was that I knew she was after a refund just for shits and giggles. She wanted a free movie. Nothing stopped her from leaving her kids for two minutes in the screen to go find a member of staff to put the acting up kids in their rightful seats. Why should the cinema pay for someone else's liability? It's not our fault these two kids sat in the wrong seats. But the manager took over, and, as predicted, the woman got what she wanted and was given the refund.
It just made me so frickken angry. We didn't do anything wrong. We weren't negligent or liable in any frickken way, and we had to pay for it. Just kids. They ruin it for everyone. If it were me, I'd be like. 'Right lady, there is nothing stopping you leaving your kids for two minutes to seek a member of staff who would have been nearby and would have accompanied you back to the screen to move the two kids. If it really was a problem and you felt you couldn't leave your children, you could have moved and sat in the wrong seats too. Know this for next time. I cannot give you a refund as we were no negligent nor liable for this mistake.' Basically, I would have told her to fuck off in the nicest and polietest possible way. I wouldn't want leeches like her coming her anyway. What an awful example to set on her kids. She should learn how to use a condom as well, popping out five kids. Ugh.
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Real Bad Luck Friday 13th
It's really late and I have work in the morning at 11, and I don't finish til six. But I really don't care. Hey. That's what pro plus is for, right?
I used to scoff at the idea of Friday the 13th being a day of bad luck. But after today, I've definately changed my mind.
Firstly, my morning dream was about someone trying to try and murder me. In fact, to be more specific, it was Logan's dad in 'Veronic Mars' that was trying to kill me. I'm not really sure why. But there you go. I woke up and realised I wasn't dead. So maybe I was lucky in that way. I mean, imagine waking up dead.
The next thing that went wrong was waking up and realising how late it was. Half 10. I was meeting a member of my single camera group later that day, at half one, in our uni pub called 'The Shed'. Just for a few drinks and a gossip before our Horror and Fantasy lecture. We were both quite excited as we had some college students auditioning for some parts we had on offer for our single camera production of Harvey Dwaynne, a detective set in his 50s ways, but living in present day. Myself and my group are really excited about this production. We've yet to come up with a name for our production. You can visit our blog if you are interested to find out more. Just click Dirty Shed Productions and it will take you there.
Ok, next bad thing that happened today....probably was taking a motivational group email the wrong way. Made me feel like I hadn't been putting as much effort into a group thing when I had. Luckily I got that straightened out though.
Then after that, after nipping to the Spa shop for a drink and some ciggs, I realised that the ten pounds cash back I asked for from The Shed, I did not recive. Humph. So I have no idea if I lost it, or forgot to retrieve it from the bar tender. So now I'm ten quid short. Not good when you have less then 20 quid to live on before the 23rd of November, when I get paid. I suppose I can always go to student services in desperate need when I do run out of money.
The next bad thing - I find out majority of house mates and friends have been out at the Glass House tonight, and didn't think to invite me. Friends who I haven't seen in a while, and the pub is only a two minute walk away from uni. Nothing but not recieveing a text would stop me attending. Ok, I'mm skint, but I don't have to drink. I'd just go to socialize. As I haven't properly in a while.
Okay, the next bad luck thing is kinda embarrasing. I went downstairs to laundry room to do my laundry, and after making a couple of trips to and fro from flat to laundry room, I didn't notice that my keys went in with the laundry, to let after pressing the 'colours' button, activating the washing machine beyond the point of being able to stop it and open it. I had to go see the security staff to give me some temporary keys until my washing was done. Bare in mind, this is at like 2am, and I have work at 11am. So the early bedtime went out the window. It's twenty past 3 in the morning as I write this. I should go to bed, but I am too stupid to go.
And on top of all that, I see Kristina (if you're reading this, you may know her as italktosnakes) on twitter keep tweeting about this thing called 'omedgle' all day, and curious to know what it was, I decided to check it out. So I did. Apparently it's this chat thing where you go and chat to a random stranger. First guy I talk to, after he says hi, and I say hi, he asks 'asl?'. I didn't know what that was at first, but vaguely remember seeing it somewhere before. Apparently it means age, sex, location. So immediately after I put 20, female, England, he disconnected the chat. How rhude!!!
Anyway, that's all of the bad luck stuff. Oh, I forgot I tried to reply on facebook to a group facebook message on my phone, and after replying a long message, my phone turned itself off - twice this happened, and I gave up.
So yeah, I hope Saturday to be a better day. Maybe even a lucky day to make up for this one. We'll see.
Night for now.
I used to scoff at the idea of Friday the 13th being a day of bad luck. But after today, I've definately changed my mind.
Firstly, my morning dream was about someone trying to try and murder me. In fact, to be more specific, it was Logan's dad in 'Veronic Mars' that was trying to kill me. I'm not really sure why. But there you go. I woke up and realised I wasn't dead. So maybe I was lucky in that way. I mean, imagine waking up dead.
The next thing that went wrong was waking up and realising how late it was. Half 10. I was meeting a member of my single camera group later that day, at half one, in our uni pub called 'The Shed'. Just for a few drinks and a gossip before our Horror and Fantasy lecture. We were both quite excited as we had some college students auditioning for some parts we had on offer for our single camera production of Harvey Dwaynne, a detective set in his 50s ways, but living in present day. Myself and my group are really excited about this production. We've yet to come up with a name for our production. You can visit our blog if you are interested to find out more. Just click Dirty Shed Productions and it will take you there.
Ok, next bad thing that happened today....probably was taking a motivational group email the wrong way. Made me feel like I hadn't been putting as much effort into a group thing when I had. Luckily I got that straightened out though.
Then after that, after nipping to the Spa shop for a drink and some ciggs, I realised that the ten pounds cash back I asked for from The Shed, I did not recive. Humph. So I have no idea if I lost it, or forgot to retrieve it from the bar tender. So now I'm ten quid short. Not good when you have less then 20 quid to live on before the 23rd of November, when I get paid. I suppose I can always go to student services in desperate need when I do run out of money.
The next bad thing - I find out majority of house mates and friends have been out at the Glass House tonight, and didn't think to invite me. Friends who I haven't seen in a while, and the pub is only a two minute walk away from uni. Nothing but not recieveing a text would stop me attending. Ok, I'mm skint, but I don't have to drink. I'd just go to socialize. As I haven't properly in a while.
Okay, the next bad luck thing is kinda embarrasing. I went downstairs to laundry room to do my laundry, and after making a couple of trips to and fro from flat to laundry room, I didn't notice that my keys went in with the laundry, to let after pressing the 'colours' button, activating the washing machine beyond the point of being able to stop it and open it. I had to go see the security staff to give me some temporary keys until my washing was done. Bare in mind, this is at like 2am, and I have work at 11am. So the early bedtime went out the window. It's twenty past 3 in the morning as I write this. I should go to bed, but I am too stupid to go.
And on top of all that, I see Kristina (if you're reading this, you may know her as italktosnakes) on twitter keep tweeting about this thing called 'omedgle' all day, and curious to know what it was, I decided to check it out. So I did. Apparently it's this chat thing where you go and chat to a random stranger. First guy I talk to, after he says hi, and I say hi, he asks 'asl?'. I didn't know what that was at first, but vaguely remember seeing it somewhere before. Apparently it means age, sex, location. So immediately after I put 20, female, England, he disconnected the chat. How rhude!!!
Anyway, that's all of the bad luck stuff. Oh, I forgot I tried to reply on facebook to a group facebook message on my phone, and after replying a long message, my phone turned itself off - twice this happened, and I gave up.
So yeah, I hope Saturday to be a better day. Maybe even a lucky day to make up for this one. We'll see.
Night for now.
Friday, 13 November 2009
Rants to Vent
Ugh, having such a frustrating day, and I'm not really sure why. It's all down to a supposed best friend, and I probably really shouldn't be made about it, but I always am in a funny mood.
Basically, the gist is, I created a little pet nickname for him last year. Ja-Lo, cuz he is quite a kamp guy, my mate Jason. As I know back at home he sometimes got called Ja-Fo back at home, I decided more like Ja-Lo, similar to the singer JLo, but my own way of spelling it. Basically, I'm calling him a girl, but NOT the real JLo. Ok, he says he didn't like the nickname when it first came about, but it's just one of those things that you accept that a friend does, right? Like when Dr Cox calls JD girls names.
A year later, and Ja-Lo and all his friends are sure that a girl called Kate started the nickname that never caught on. Just because she continued to call him the name after I invented it. Which she didn't. I don't even often call Jase 'Ja-Lo'. I often forget. In fact, I only ever call him Ja-Lo on my phone, in which his number is saved under, so I don't get what all the fuss is about. Just because 'brownbear' 'caught on' amongst the rest of his friends because my nickname for him is 'stupid' and 'doesn't make sense'. It's not even the right nickname! The nickname was taken from scrubs, and it's actually CHOCOLATE bear, not brown bear. But of course, he only likes it for the racial humor.
Also, aparently, my spelling is unacceptable. Oh, and these are the comments from when he put up a facebook status saying "bout time I added Brownbear to my name", when I replied "you'll always be Ja-Lo to me" these were the responses from supposed friends:
Jason: spelt J.LO and its the worst nickname in the world it just doesnt make sense and is crap hence why it didn;t catch on... you douche! It never caught on just you and kate... DOES NOT COUNT... and im guessing they dont teach you how to spell?
James: "Ja-Lo" would be pronounced "Jah-Loh" and, therefore, sound nothing like the Jay-Loh" what you're aiming for.
Not only did it not catch on; your phoenetics are lacking at best.
So thanks, supposed best friend of mine, for making me feel so small, insignificant and retarded.
I guess I just hate being ganged up on. I dunno. I can't explain my frustration and ARRRGH and the need to punch things. I shouldn't take it all so seriously. Maybe cuz it's only a name and they are making a big fuss about it. I've been called far worse nicknames by my friends. Can't see why they can''t get over such a pathetic little thing to fuss over.
Rant over. Ended up finally replying after deciding to let them sulk "haha can't believe what a fuss has been made over such a silly insignificant little thing. Quite pathetic really."
Basically, the gist is, I created a little pet nickname for him last year. Ja-Lo, cuz he is quite a kamp guy, my mate Jason. As I know back at home he sometimes got called Ja-Fo back at home, I decided more like Ja-Lo, similar to the singer JLo, but my own way of spelling it. Basically, I'm calling him a girl, but NOT the real JLo. Ok, he says he didn't like the nickname when it first came about, but it's just one of those things that you accept that a friend does, right? Like when Dr Cox calls JD girls names.
A year later, and Ja-Lo and all his friends are sure that a girl called Kate started the nickname that never caught on. Just because she continued to call him the name after I invented it. Which she didn't. I don't even often call Jase 'Ja-Lo'. I often forget. In fact, I only ever call him Ja-Lo on my phone, in which his number is saved under, so I don't get what all the fuss is about. Just because 'brownbear' 'caught on' amongst the rest of his friends because my nickname for him is 'stupid' and 'doesn't make sense'. It's not even the right nickname! The nickname was taken from scrubs, and it's actually CHOCOLATE bear, not brown bear. But of course, he only likes it for the racial humor.
Also, aparently, my spelling is unacceptable. Oh, and these are the comments from when he put up a facebook status saying "bout time I added Brownbear to my name", when I replied "you'll always be Ja-Lo to me" these were the responses from supposed friends:
Jason: spelt J.LO and its the worst nickname in the world it just doesnt make sense and is crap hence why it didn;t catch on... you douche! It never caught on just you and kate... DOES NOT COUNT... and im guessing they dont teach you how to spell?
James: "Ja-Lo" would be pronounced "Jah-Loh" and, therefore, sound nothing like the Jay-Loh" what you're aiming for.
Not only did it not catch on; your phoenetics are lacking at best.
So thanks, supposed best friend of mine, for making me feel so small, insignificant and retarded.
I guess I just hate being ganged up on. I dunno. I can't explain my frustration and ARRRGH and the need to punch things. I shouldn't take it all so seriously. Maybe cuz it's only a name and they are making a big fuss about it. I've been called far worse nicknames by my friends. Can't see why they can''t get over such a pathetic little thing to fuss over.
Rant over. Ended up finally replying after deciding to let them sulk "haha can't believe what a fuss has been made over such a silly insignificant little thing. Quite pathetic really."
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
BBC Scriptwriting Talent Competition
I've just updated my uni media blog for first time in MONTHS. In fact, it maybe my first ever post - huuray!
Follow following link to get to my uni blog so you can read more about the BBC Scriptwriting Talent Competition and my interest in it as well as possible involvement.
BBC SCRIPTWRING TALENT COMPETITION
Follow following link to get to my uni blog so you can read more about the BBC Scriptwriting Talent Competition and my interest in it as well as possible involvement.
BBC SCRIPTWRING TALENT COMPETITION
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