One of my coworkers, the usher supervisor at the movie theater is the subject of much drama and comedy in the workplace. To protect the innocent, let’s call him…George. Now, George has great work ethic, but he’s got many other negative traits. He’s a snitch, a brown noser, he’s been known to sexually harass women, and he doesn’t seem to have much of a life outside work. His only topic of conversation with me is how much of a hard time he’s been having playing God of War 2 on the hardest difficulty.
His latest crime of note is getting a coworker, beloved by everybody, fired over a RUMOR that she had was in possession of marijuana. This sweet girl had brought us brownies the week before, and George took it upon his privileged self to ‘protect us’ by ratting her out. (Just a note: I myself am against using marijuana for recreational purposes, but that still ain’t cool, George. Mind your own business.)
Last night, his ex-girlfriend (We’ll call her Angie) exacted revenge by pulling a series of pranks on poor, deserving George. It was all harmless stuff, such as spilling popcorn, dumping soda into trash cans, and littering theaters with our cumbersome booster seats. Harmless stuff! I was worried some of the other ushers would suffer for his sins, though Angie assured me they knew what to avoid.
Some time during my shift last night, I passed by George in the hallway as he was returning from his lunch break. He mumbled something to me about someone taking his jacket. On the inside, I’m dying of laughter and I stopped by Angie’s workstation to smile and call her, ‘pure evil’. She laughed and we bumped fists.
And then Security got involved. Apparently, George wanted justice and had the managers call them down from the casino to have them investigate. As they were talking at the front desk, I pulled Angie aside and let her know that taking his jacket was maybe taking it a little too far. That’s when she told me that she didn’t take the jacket—she thought I was laughing about the booster seats, which she DID do, but she did not take his jacket. Begin the mystery!
One by one, the managers called us up to the break room to open our lockers to check for his jacket, suspecting that one of us had taken it. This caused much distress for us, though yielded no results.
…Meanwhile, the new guy in box office is going, “Why is everyone calling me George?”