Anyway, as most employees in the minimum-wage work-force, (Actually I get paid $8 an hour, so take that you peons!) I deal with many different kinds of people. There are the kind and considerate people, the angry and opinionated people, and (my personal favorite) the absolutely clueless people. And then I guess there are the ambient just-people people who cause no problems and leave no impressions. ...And now I think about it, you can't forget the weird, what-just-happened people, and then there are always those trying-to-be-funny people. Mostly teenagers.
So, put them all together, and what do you get? A people pie! ...chart.
So this blog post wasn't really going in the direction I wanted it to. I haven't even foreshadowed the title yet.
Do not despair my friends. That time will come. Follow me through a few more paragraphs of build-up; we shall eventually reach the climax.
Ahem.
During my times working in the ticket office here at SUU, I have encountered all pieces of The People Pie. Some of my favorites were:
The lady who had just been sent from the ticket office on the other side of the stadium and was "looking for a man by the name of Will Call"
The man who paid for a ticket requesting "one for the groom's side"
The guy who asked, "Do you have change for a ten?"
The child who, after hearing his dad tell us "He's three" said, "And my dad's thirty five."
And my new favorite, the T-shirt man.
(DUN du-NUH!)
A couple work days ago at an unimportant time, my two colleagues and I were helping out regular customer with an irregular problem and a disproportionate bad mood. One of those angry and opinionated kind. I don't know what exactly he wanted to do, or what tickets he had claimed he bought for whom at what time with what account, but Mckay was doing all he could to help the gentleman, and the gentleman was giving him nothing but rude remarks. After trying to get what he wanted from both mine and Alyssa's window, to no avail since Mckay was the only one who could help solve his problem, he and his equally angry friend finally marched off. Mckay continued searching the ticketing system to try and solve the problem, and by the time our manager Shon showed up, he had successfully found the man his tickets, and gotten him into the basketball game. We all sighed in relief and shook our heads, putting on our best smiles for the remaining customers.
Days later, today comes, and I go once again into work. I apologize for being late (stupid hour and a half math test) and Shon hands me a card. Like, a letter card. It was an apology letter from that guy for being rude and impatient. Along with the card, this man had provided a T-shirt for each of the Agents who had been working that night.
The T-shirt reads, "Have a great experience at SUU".
This is the part of the story where I would analyse this experience and share my thoughts about this event. But I'm pretty worn out from all the back story and build-up (which was actually just unnecessary introduction down the tangent path away from en media res) so I'm just going to leave it at this.
So long friends! And remember, don't do drugs!
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