So, um, the Crazy Coffee Lady
came back during my shift some weeks ago.
I think she may have come back to the Union before, but I'm the only one that's actually on the lookout for her. I saw her come up to my desk, and I quickly grabbed my manager. "Hey," I whispered. "That lady's back." I pointed at her as subtly as I could.
"Oh. Okay, thanks. I'll take care of it," he said. Thank goodness for that because there was no way I was going to stall her.
My manager got the building manager and they took her away to talk to her where I could still see her, but couldn't hear anything. A few minutes later, someone from Campus Security showed up to talk to her too. My guess is that they were explaining that she was banned for whatever reason and that they needed to see her ID. There was some confusion about paperwork, and she didn't have a pencil or something. I'm not really sure because I had other students come by that I needed to help.
That took about an hour, and I just kept an eye on her thinking, "Ooh, boy! She's going to be kicked out for good!
"Then she vanished. Oh. Okay. I asked the building manager what went down after my manager asked where she went. It turns out that the Crazy Coffee Lady has been ... unbanned. Apparently she didn't want to hand over her student ID because she thought the building manager was going to take it away from her. And that's what all the confusion has been about.
*sigh* Her picture's been taken off the back of the door and she's allowed in the building. I haven't seen her since, nor have I seen her at the theatre. YET.
In other stupid news, I have a new hatred for humanity.
I think I mentioned the co-op that I volunteer at in the last CCL post. What I didn't mention is that there are a few things the 'customers' agree to when they buy their baskets. In order to get a lot of good quality food for a really cheap price, they agree to volunteer at their site at least once a month. If you don't pay employees, you don't have to pay as much for your food. Who knew? I don't buy a basket, but I still volunteer every week, and have actually been there more often than my Mom or the other site coordinator. I guess this makes me a bit of a self-righteous snob, but it's really hard to be friendly when I'm there at 5 am and people are coming at 6:30 and wondering where their basket is when we only had one volunteer: me.
That's right. There have been at least two weeks where I was the only volunteer that showed up. One of those was the day my Grandmother died at 1:30 am, and my Mom had to work at the hospital. We usually sell out at 96 baskets, which is between 85 to 94 people (some buy more than one) who just decided not to volunteer ever.
Some people have the audacity to get grouchy at me. I chased one guy out of the parking lot because he parked in the firemen's lot and he wasn't supposed to because we want the firemen to like us. When he left, he was upset that someone had kicked him out, and said we should have someone out there directing parking. I told him, "Well we didn't have any volunteers today, so I couldn't stand at the driveway and tell you where to park. Did I mention that we had no volunteers?"
Other people get mad at us for not having the food distributed early enough or for there being no parking at the fire station. "Yeah, well, we're late because we had no volunteers. Park somewhere else."
I'm also really starting to hate the people who come late and say, "I was going to volunteer this morning ..."
No you weren't. Shut up, take your basket, and only come back when you actually do volunteer.
Today was the last day for my Mom's site, and we finally had enough volunteers! We actually got done before people started showing up to pick up their baskets! This site is an outdoor site, and we have to find an indoor one if we want to continue. We didn't find one before the month ended, so we don't have a site for October.
Hopefully we'll get one for November, and we'll get some volunteers that come back. Also, people are starting to harvest from their gardens, so they haven't been buying as many baskets lately, so maybe we're not needed right now. Break time!
Tonight is closing night of the first play of the season. Yay! This show has been surprisingly slow for a musical, which has led to another problem: Cookies. We are barely selling any cookies, but not because people aren't buying them. My manager cannot seem to figure out that we are running out of them constantly. He never buys enough on Fridays to last three shows, or enough on Monday to last two or Wednesday to last three. If this happened once or twice, I wouldn't be as worried, but cookies have been a constant worry. We should be buying enough that we have leftovers, and then cut back during the last week. Cookies make up most of our concessions profit, so when we have none ...
Another problem we have had is the line at the box office. Word of mouth has been spreading, and people are coming to buy tickets (or see it for free if they're a student). I have to deal with late seating, so when I see a line stretching out past the ticket office two minutes to curtain, I panic.
Patrons will be buying tickets after the show has started and I have to hold them. Hopefully this is a sign to the people who manage the box office staff to have three people instead of two per night. I hope people complain and this gets changed because I don't like having to late seat people who got here on time but have been waiting in line. The last time I saw lines this bad, it was White Christmas, which reminds me of a funny story.
The week before Christmas, late seating was the worst I had ever dealt with. One night, I wasn't supervising so this was marginally more enjoyable for me. One man was PISSED that he had been waiting in line so long and couldn't go in to see the show because it had started. He marched right up to the door and my wonderful supervisor chased him down and stopped him. "I paid for a ticket!" he said. "I'm going to get my seat that I paid for!"
"Just go watch the show on the screen around the corner. We'll tell you when we can take you in," she said. At this point, I strategically placed myself in front of the door.
"No! I want my seat! You don't have to stand guard over me."
"Well I'm not leaving until you go back to watch the screen."
"I'm not going to sneak in," he replied indignantly.
"I'll watch him," I told my supervisor so she could go deal with the rest of the crowd.
When the cue came, we opened the doors, and the man zipped right in and took his seat. Right on the end of the back row. My supervisor was going to tell him to wait a second, but whatever. All of the late people had to sit in that back row, so they all had to pass him. We were trying to avoid that, but if his seat is that important, he's free to sit where everyone is going past and stepping on his feet.
Anyway, you'll never guess who I saw again last night in my pile of late people who bought tickets after curtain.
Tune in next time when I teach you how to hand your tickets to the ushers!