Swoon.
I'm such a slacker. I realize this. But in my defense, I've been busy. I completed 2 courses over the summer. Had lots of family home. Then went out to Calgary, then worked every day for over 2 weeks when I got home.
My point? I've been busy. And at least usually when I do post, it's not a video link like some people.
*cough cough* Longbottom *cough cough*
Jody's trying to be really good with blogging. So I'm going to try and start soon too. Even if I have nothing to write about, I'll try. Even though I am not a writer, I'll try!
Tonight at work, these 2 guys and a girl came in. Reeked of weed. The came in for the 7:15pm showing of Trailer Park Boys 2. About an hour later there was a knock on my office door. It was a guy complaining about people in his movie who were smoking weed. That's right. SMOKING weed. I knew right away who he meant, so I grabbed my keys, grabbed Cameron and went in. Other than the guy who came to let me know and his friend, it was just the three in the very back who were in the theatre as well. So I walked in, and it was like getting slapped in the face the smell was so strong. As I went up the stairs, I could start to feel the smoke that was lingering in the air. So I went up to them and this is how the conversation went:
Me: You guys have to leave.
Stoner: Uh...what? Why?
Me: Do I really have to tell you why? You guys have to leave. (I wanted to say, are you really that dumb?)
So I walk to the end of the aisle to let them leave. Meanwhile Cameron is standing in the aisle in front of them and the guy who came out had gone back to his seat but was standing at attention watching the scene. On my way down the stairs I told him to check with me before he left and I'd have some passes for them.
After their movie they came up and thanked me for taking care of it. I explained that everyone told me I should have called the cops, but my first concern was getting them out of the theatre so the other guys didn't have to sit there in the theatre with them. I explained that I could smell it on them when they came in, but in that situation what am I suppose to say? He thanked me again for dealing with it, and said he'd been watching in case he needed to give me a hand if they caused any trouble. Because he was a cop and his friend was a firefighter. I swooned right there.
Sometimes, I really do love my job.
My point? I've been busy. And at least usually when I do post, it's not a video link like some people.
*cough cough* Longbottom *cough cough*
Jody's trying to be really good with blogging. So I'm going to try and start soon too. Even if I have nothing to write about, I'll try. Even though I am not a writer, I'll try!
Tonight at work, these 2 guys and a girl came in. Reeked of weed. The came in for the 7:15pm showing of Trailer Park Boys 2. About an hour later there was a knock on my office door. It was a guy complaining about people in his movie who were smoking weed. That's right. SMOKING weed. I knew right away who he meant, so I grabbed my keys, grabbed Cameron and went in. Other than the guy who came to let me know and his friend, it was just the three in the very back who were in the theatre as well. So I walked in, and it was like getting slapped in the face the smell was so strong. As I went up the stairs, I could start to feel the smoke that was lingering in the air. So I went up to them and this is how the conversation went:
Me: You guys have to leave.
Stoner: Uh...what? Why?
Me: Do I really have to tell you why? You guys have to leave. (I wanted to say, are you really that dumb?)
So I walk to the end of the aisle to let them leave. Meanwhile Cameron is standing in the aisle in front of them and the guy who came out had gone back to his seat but was standing at attention watching the scene. On my way down the stairs I told him to check with me before he left and I'd have some passes for them.
After their movie they came up and thanked me for taking care of it. I explained that everyone told me I should have called the cops, but my first concern was getting them out of the theatre so the other guys didn't have to sit there in the theatre with them. I explained that I could smell it on them when they came in, but in that situation what am I suppose to say? He thanked me again for dealing with it, and said he'd been watching in case he needed to give me a hand if they caused any trouble. Because he was a cop and his friend was a firefighter. I swooned right there.
Sometimes, I really do love my job.
posted by Fern Wimpley @ 1:34 AM
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