I did 5 years. My theater became more of an artsy theater when the multiplexes started opening, so our #6 screen was the one that had the obscure/European/slightly porny films. Middle of the afternoon, always a thin scattering of single male patrons, seated far away from each other kind of movies. We NEVER picked up…

Nooooo inappropriate licking, and too many old genitals.

A coworker mentioned cooking them in apple juice, then grating them and frying them. I still need to try them this way.

Yup. I used to work at Sears and people would leave their small kids to wander in the toy section, expecting us to keep an eye on them, like we didn’t have better things to do. I had a coworker who would always tell the parent(s) “John Walsh’s kid got kidnapped in a Sears!”

Lawd, BCO is the only reason to get up on Monday.

There is nothing wrong with drinking that much gravy.

Paul Rudd has never been hotter to me than in this moment.

Whoever thought up that naming convention should be slapped.

That first woman who doesn’t understand what “pairs”, “sets” and “PORK” means...

Yup. At Cineplex when I first started, I was given the shittiest jobs at night, like cleaning the popper. And I was called lazy when I didn’t know how to do things yet, and did them slowly as I learned. Too bad for the ones at the top of the hierarchy, I loved cleaning the popper, so sucks to be them. I also could add…

Parks and Recreation has traveled to the future, they might be one of the 8.

I skipped work yesterday, so I forgot BCO was new...more proof that my crappy job requires BCO to prevent Mondays to completely suck ass.

Face. You mean face.

He justifies the fact that me and my friends call it McDick’s.

Yup, most of these stories are raising my blood pressure, especially the Hibachi girls and Chip-poh-little dumbass.

Dammit, all I have is gin. Oh well, gin and tonics all the way down.

I get itchy with cantaloupe, and I’ve been told it’s related to my pollen allergies. Do you have bad hay fever too?

I usually get severe mango mouth if I eat mangoes, and I do love a good mango. It’s not technically an allergy but my reaction to anything with urushiol oil is unbelievably quick and severe.

I’m so glad this week is full of feelgood stories, my work is being their usual cheap selves and is taking away lieu time for working special projects that require travel costs, so I’m out time and gas money. UGH.

“one of those nice plants”