Procrastination and Popcorn

Let's face it, I am terrible at updating blogs. I am quite good at coming up with excuses, though, such as work. Ah, work! I think it secretly is a practical exam. To test endurance and patience. How many popcorn boxes can you pick up before you want to ram one down the next customer's throat? And the still full drinks that manage to slip from your grasp and spill all over the carpeted stairs and your shoes, and the bottom half of your only pair of work pants. The full ice cream tub that spills and gloops all over the place and makes your hands sticky, as you are radioed incessantly about the screen you are cleaning, because customers are waiting and getting very angry because the film is supposed to start in 20 minutes... Which is no better than the customers who come barging in and buy food, then tell you to hurry up for crying out loud* as they are late for their film. And then hurl abuse at you for twenty minutes, even as you give them the food and just want them to pay so that the line forming behind them doesn't get any longer or angrier.
And, oh, the questions. Always so many questions!
"What is the difference between sweet and salt popcorn?"
"What is this frozen yoghurt made of?"
And the snide remarks about the type of job I do, etc..
I seriously think they should give us certificates. And a pay raise. Mostly the money. I guess it is a good life lesson, though. When one has worked in retail, one has less chances of becoming an insufferable childish brat. Most of the time. It does make for funny stories though, and we all take great pleasure in recounting such events. Yesterday night, a colleague and I had to take out the bins and throw them in the compacter. 
"Let's pretend we are throwing annoying guests!" I said. And so we did, and it was great fun. (Except for the smell.)
So anyway, I'm sorry I don't update much, and this post has had no literary or artistic value.
I am actually participating in another poetry challenge this month, and will post about it at the end of it, so that should be fun.



*They actually use far less polite terms  

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