I have failed. Twice.

My first failure would be keeping up with this blog, but I'm not so surprised by that failure. I've always been a little leery of posting my personal thoughts and feelings out into cyberspace. Maybe I'm a little too paranoid, but I figure you can never really know who might find it and use it against you. Considering the subject matter it was probably best that I kept my feelings to myself.

My second failure was the subject of this whole project. The theater. I'm a little more surprised by that failure than the first, though I think I should have expected it more. My boss is someone I've worked for before and a friend and I thought this experience to be better than most of my prior experiences with the theater. Turns out it was worse than all of them combined.

I guess I expected too much, which is my fault. One of the worst parts is that I didn't receive a paycheck until after 6 weeks of working! I should have quit then because that's when I gave up. I've worked for this company for 5 years (off and on), so I know how they operate. I expected not to receive my first paycheck on time, but three pay periods is excessive. Even for them.
And the worst part is that no one really seemed to care, or to be doing anything about it. Even my boss, my friend. Turns out the delay was due to paper work that hadn't been signed. I was...irritated to say the least.

My loyalty to the friends (both my boss and the other assistant manager) I worked with kept me there, despite my irritation.

Unfortunately, things only got worse and my frustration has grown to a breaking point. I won't get into all the tiny instances that pissed me off, but it basically boils down to the fact that the hours are beyond ridiculous (made worse due to the fact that we have a special theatre that the other locations I've worked at didn't have), turns out I don't like working nights. At all.

I'm sick to death of my boss (yes, the friend) disappearing all the time without informing myself or the other assistant of his departure or extending the same courtesy to us. For some reason he's baffled by the fact that we get irritated that he leaves, usually during our busiest hours, but if we want to leave for a while he freaks out.

Really, it just comes down to the fact that I am done with the theatre.

I, obviously, was part-time just long enough to forget all the things I hate about working at a movie theatre. And, at this point, I can't remember what I loved about working at a theatre. Which tells me I must not have it here.

One good thing came out of this experience though, I'm finally free of the theatre, and I've been trying accomplish that for years. I don't regret this experience, I'm just sorry it didn't turn out the way I'd hoped.

So, it's back to the land of cubicles for me. I was surprised to learn that I missed it. We'll see if that lasts. :-)