Whatever hadppened to Saturday night?
Aug. 28th, 2006 09:47 amTo everyone who's hearing this story for the 2nd or possibly 4th time, I apologize, but I just have to go on yet again about how crappy my Saturday night at work was.
I got mandatory'd into overtime Saturday night, which I was NOT happy about to begin with. But I think hey, Saturday night there's only one guard on duty and no one workers show up in the morning 'cause it's Sunday, so even though I have to be there, at least I can basically just sit there and relax and do my patrols at my own pace. WRONG. I get there and discover that not only am I not alone, but I'm with a guy who has never worked there before and knows nothing about the place, so my night of doing nothing becomes a night of me doing training. Then, whenthe parking lot patrol officer arrives at 6:30, it turns out she has not been trained either. And then employees start showing up. To work. On a Sunday. So here I am, trying to train two people and basically doing a full weekday morning's worth of reception work completely unprepared. No one notified me of any of this when they told me I would be wroking. I was not pleased. And I'm not even going to get into the girl who launched into a profanity-filled tirade because I wouldn't let her go upstairs without her I.D. badge, (which, you know, is my JOB to not let people do.)
And another thing...
Am I just unusually touchy, or does anybody else hate it when someone who doesn't know you tries to strike up a conversation with you about the book you're reading? Now for my part, if I'm in a room with someone and that person is reading a book and not talking to me, I go on the assumption that the person would rather read the book than talk to me and I try not to bother them. Yet every single person I've worked with on the night shift has been unable to live by this precept. It is foreign to them. They guy I trained Saturday night was no exception. I take my roleplaing game books with me to give me something to do. They're for me. I want to read, I don't want to talk. I don't want to make friends. I don't want to be your buddy. I just want to read and NOT have to explain my hobbies to people who don't have any interest in them. And my very terse, vague replies to their inquiries do nothing to deter them asking more questions. It's always like this:
THEM: Is that a... game book?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Like a... roleplaying game?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Which one?
ME: Name of whatever game it is.
THEM: Is that like... Dungeons & Dragons?
ME: Yeah. (NOTE: Usually it is NOTHING like Dungeons & Dragons at all, but they're not going to know the difference even if I tell them, so whatever gets them off my back the fastest.)
From there it follows predicatable patterns, usually with them going on about how they always wanted to play Dungeons & Dragons, or they had a friend in college who played Dungeons & Dragons, or they start telling me about their Everquest/World of Warcraft game because they think it's the exact same thing. Or worse, start telling me about how they always wanted to play World of Warcraft or Everquest. From there it gets fuzzy because by this point I've tuned them out and am continuing in my reading.
Maybe I'm too uptight, I just always taught it was rude to bother people who were reading and to ask nosy questions about what they're reading. Yet considering how I have yet to work with ANYONE at this job who doesn't do it, maybe I'm the one with the problem.
I got mandatory'd into overtime Saturday night, which I was NOT happy about to begin with. But I think hey, Saturday night there's only one guard on duty and no one workers show up in the morning 'cause it's Sunday, so even though I have to be there, at least I can basically just sit there and relax and do my patrols at my own pace. WRONG. I get there and discover that not only am I not alone, but I'm with a guy who has never worked there before and knows nothing about the place, so my night of doing nothing becomes a night of me doing training. Then, whenthe parking lot patrol officer arrives at 6:30, it turns out she has not been trained either. And then employees start showing up. To work. On a Sunday. So here I am, trying to train two people and basically doing a full weekday morning's worth of reception work completely unprepared. No one notified me of any of this when they told me I would be wroking. I was not pleased. And I'm not even going to get into the girl who launched into a profanity-filled tirade because I wouldn't let her go upstairs without her I.D. badge, (which, you know, is my JOB to not let people do.)
And another thing...
Am I just unusually touchy, or does anybody else hate it when someone who doesn't know you tries to strike up a conversation with you about the book you're reading? Now for my part, if I'm in a room with someone and that person is reading a book and not talking to me, I go on the assumption that the person would rather read the book than talk to me and I try not to bother them. Yet every single person I've worked with on the night shift has been unable to live by this precept. It is foreign to them. They guy I trained Saturday night was no exception. I take my roleplaing game books with me to give me something to do. They're for me. I want to read, I don't want to talk. I don't want to make friends. I don't want to be your buddy. I just want to read and NOT have to explain my hobbies to people who don't have any interest in them. And my very terse, vague replies to their inquiries do nothing to deter them asking more questions. It's always like this:
THEM: Is that a... game book?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Like a... roleplaying game?
ME: Yeah.
THEM: Which one?
ME: Name of whatever game it is.
THEM: Is that like... Dungeons & Dragons?
ME: Yeah. (NOTE: Usually it is NOTHING like Dungeons & Dragons at all, but they're not going to know the difference even if I tell them, so whatever gets them off my back the fastest.)
From there it follows predicatable patterns, usually with them going on about how they always wanted to play Dungeons & Dragons, or they had a friend in college who played Dungeons & Dragons, or they start telling me about their Everquest/World of Warcraft game because they think it's the exact same thing. Or worse, start telling me about how they always wanted to play World of Warcraft or Everquest. From there it gets fuzzy because by this point I've tuned them out and am continuing in my reading.
Maybe I'm too uptight, I just always taught it was rude to bother people who were reading and to ask nosy questions about what they're reading. Yet considering how I have yet to work with ANYONE at this job who doesn't do it, maybe I'm the one with the problem.
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Date: 2006-08-28 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 03:45 pm (UTC)As for books, I'm a curious kitty myself, but I wouldn't ask anyone about a book while they're reading it. That's, ehem, rude. Now, you bring one of them RPG books out and people are going to assume you're one of those crazies about to get a sword from somewhere and start chopping people down. Because we all know that's what you RPGers do every Saturday night (when you're not busy working overtime and training freshishuies, that's it)
That's why I don't tell my coworkers that my favorite show of all times is an 80s Japanese anime, and would never even dream of letting them know that I'm active in its fandom or that I love RPGing/fic-writing in it.
Ah, about that book you're reading... I used to have a Dungeons & Dragons when I was a kid. My, how I loved it! Ithink I used to play the sorcerer (there was a sorcerer, right? or was it a mage? Is there any difference?) In any case, I always wanted to pick up one of those things when i went to college but you see... *runs away*
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Date: 2006-08-29 02:28 am (UTC)It's normally the account manager's responsibility to train the newb's, not mine, so I don't know how I got stuck with it. But I'm not happy with my boss about it, that's for sure.
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Date: 2006-08-28 03:52 pm (UTC)As for the book thing. It's never-ending at work. I read on my lunch break. Does that mean I want to talk to you about what I'm reading on my lunch break? NO. I've learned not to take my RPG books out anymore. But I still get bugged about all sorts of my regular books. "Oh, you like fantasy...huh"... and then they walk off.
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Date: 2006-08-28 04:56 pm (UTC)Because that automatically makes you an idiot in the eyes of so many people. When did book snobberish catch up with its movie counterpart?
For some reason sci-fic doesn't seem to be treated with the same contempt, but the "Do you also read, like, real books?" that you get when you read fantasy gets on my nerves.
By the way, happy birthday :)
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Date: 2006-08-28 05:14 pm (UTC)And thanks!
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Date: 2006-08-28 05:22 pm (UTC)Like the Coelho frenzy, I didn't like him before and no amount of "expert sponsored" praise is going to change my opinion that he's a supreme bore that doesn't hold up stories that well.
(Honestly, I've found way more "deep" readers in the group of people who also like fantasy than among those who look down on it. Probably not a random sample, but still ... )
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Date: 2006-08-29 03:19 am (UTC)And my dick ain't big. So it'll take a while and be painful.
For both of us.
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Date: 2006-08-29 08:42 pm (UTC)plus i think uberreiniger here already provided an entry to discuss that one, so we covered the ground a while ago
But now, Angels and Demons.... *runs away madly*
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Date: 2006-08-29 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 08:40 pm (UTC)Salvatore's books got my little brother reading (and that's from a boy who would ask me to read out his comics books for him when he was little!)
sp BLAH! to them!
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Date: 2006-08-29 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 05:25 pm (UTC)You know what, fuck her. I just had a run in like that today. And I'm sick and tired of it. You were just doing your job. But I'm sorry that you were confronted with it. Even when you were in the right it's still stressful to be involved in confrontations like that.
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Date: 2006-08-29 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 05:58 pm (UTC)I finally had to start being rude to them by stopping them in mid-inanity and say something like, "I'm really not trying to be rude, but I'm not so much ignoring you as not paying attention to anything you've just said."
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Date: 2006-08-28 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-29 02:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-28 08:09 pm (UTC)It's amazing how fast the conversation ends.
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Date: 2006-08-29 02:14 am (UTC)