The Beginning

I haven't always been this way. Nosiree, I grew up a fairly shy child in the big city, attending public schools and trying my best to fit in. I was outgoing in certain classes and amongst my friends but otherwise I did my time with my head down. I moved to a small town when I was twelve and nothing much changed really, I was still kinda shy and made friends slowly. My parents always tried their best to show me what the real world was like. They used their love and their knowledge to combat societies changing trends of beauty and the media's bombardment of my peers and I. Between my father's ex-military discipline and my mother's practical country girl nature I grew up to be a strong willed individual. But it wasn't until after I moved out of my parents house and didn't have them as a shield that I realized just what this world was about (at least in my small corner of it). Whenever I'd have a confrontation when I was younger I would almost always back down. Not in a bad way, I was just not interested in wasting my time talking to this idiot who seemed to think their opinion was tantamount to the Word of God. But living on your own opens up new horizons; I had new social spheres and new people flooding into my life. There was the university I was attending, my new work place, my new roommates, new friends, the grocery store, so many new places to come across people. And assholes. Let's not forget the assholes. When your pelted with new experiences you have to find a way to overcome the sensation of sinking. I had no clue what I was doing, I'd never been on my own really, I'd never had to pay rent or get a real job, or go on interviews and such. It was a big revelation for my city-country hybrid of a brain. But I decided that this was for me and I was going to rock this shit so to speak. I've always been good at standing up for others, and by moving out I learned how to stand up for myself as well. But it wasn't until I started my job working at a local movie theatre that the proverbial shit hit the fan.

Now, let me tell you, nothing turns people into bigger douche canoes then food. I'd worked in my hometown convenience store before, and yeah I'd met a couple jerks....but nothing prepared me for the sheer amount of bullshit people will throw on you if you put one too few squirts of butter on their bloody popcorn. Now, let me clarify, I love my job. I love the speed, the team work, the feeling of satisfaction when we blow through 800 people in one rush and don't run out of popcorn. It's a blast most of the time. But when you deal with so many people be they Guests or coworkers, shit gets real fast. You learn to fear the words: I'm late for my movie. Cause that means if you don't butter their popcorn perfectly, fill their drinks perfectly, and complete the transaction with a painful plastic smile all in 60 seconds...well, it's suddenly your fault their experience has been ruined. Patience is the virtue in this industry, because if you don't have it in spades you won't last. These people are pretty easy to deal with, but after 2.5 years of this I gotta admit my patience has eroded a but. Between a customer service job and living in a town of highly religious Mormons I had an interesting flight from the nest for my first two years.

My job turned me into a Raging Bitch. That's my root people. A leadership role combined with management who want me to get the job done in the most efficient and polite way possible have turned me into a raging bitch. Not that I'm complaining. I fucking love my personality. I take no shit,  and I will cuss you out so hard that your deceased great grandmother will chase after me with a bar of soap. I try my best to keep it all under wraps though, because I do believe in being courteous and polite to people even if they don't deserve it. But as soon as I swipe out for the day and I'm allowed to be me...well, let's just say I give zero fucks if I offend someone when they are being a bigot, ignorant, sexist, or plain just pissing me off. Because life is too short to worry about whether or not I'm offending someone, and besides I have very few vices... my bitchiness just happens to be my favourite.

Slainte,

~ Viki