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28 January 2013 @ 09:56 pm
Childishness Breeds Childishness  
It's the conclusion I came to today, after thinking for a while about an incident at work. But I'll start from the beginning:

There's this hostess who's selfish, lazy-yet-high-strung, bossy...always comes in late, takes twice as long on break as she's allowed. But she's managed to stay just this side of being fired. Our new manager, who is not half as impartial as he tries to be, has been itching to get her on something. So on Saturday, when all the work was done and there were too many girls, she asked him if she could leave. He give a harsh, "No, you may not." Then he takes the schedule, and tells her that obviously two days is too much work for her, and crosses her off next Saturday, and schedules me instead.

When I found out why I'd been scheduled (which, in itself, wasn't a big deal for me), I thought that it was a huge overreaction.

The thing is, he isn't normally that petty about things. When I complained about having my hours cut, he called me to the back to talk; he treats me like a perfectly mature adult, and he acts like one, for the most part. I'm pretty sure that, despite my abruptness of speech and the foot which goes straight to my mouth, I'm one of his favorites. He has a couple, too, including one older woman with severe OCD, but of whom he said, "She's such a sweet woman." I'm glad he likes her, because some of the other managers are unfairly against her.

So in the end, I decided that it's partly his age (he's straight out of college), and partly because I highly that this girl that he lashed out at has ever been an innocent bystander. I think that the automatic reaction to someone acting in a childish, petty way, is to be so yourself. And I think that it's important to stop and tell yourself that you're going to be an adult, even if the other person isn't.


In other news, we got some really nasty weather--it snowed, and then it rained. We were heading downtown to see a friend's play, and the freeway lights were out (God bless Detroit), but figured it wouldn't get too bad. WRONG. On the way back, there was a good three inches of snow on the roads, and a twenty minute drive turned into a forty minute one.

The play itself was a re-imagining of Ivanov, in a post-apocalyptic world (a little cliche, yeah), and they went and cut the doctor out (Sasha acts as a messanger for him.) We went in thinking it was going to be terrible, especially since our friend was an emergency stand-in. He got the script two weeks before opening night, and he was the lead. Anyway, it turned out to have potential, but there were these experimental bits in it, and I didn't really understand why they had certain things. In the end, it was a little too artsy-fartsy for me, and if that makes me uncultured, so be it.

At least I liked what they did with Misha. And who played him--they had him playing the piano and everything. That, and they stated Chekhov's Law right before Nikolai grabbed the rifle and shot himself, all of which was actually done in a very clever way.

Other than that, all quiet on the home front.