Chapter 6: Agent 007
If there is one perk us cinema workers get, it’s cheaper tickets. So, why on earth is this being ripped from us due to a few new releases and someone not cleaning the back area properly? Well, the answer is simple…
A grumpy, idiotic new manager.
Katerina did seem stressed all the time and we all knew she was getting tired of doing the same thing everyday. Who could blame her? However, a warning would’ve been nice.
I narrowed my eyes at our new manager. “Where’s Katerina?”
“She quit” he simply says while rustling through loose sheets of paper. At least be a little more organised.
“Well, I’ve never had a problem getting staff passes before. Weather it’s Katerina or any other duty manager, they’ve never said ‘no’ due to whatever excuses you just gave me”. You may think that I should be nice to my new manager, but I honestly don’t care anymore. Plus, he didn’t really give off a good first impression. And the mess on his desk was making me twitch.
“Who is the manager here? Me or you? Oh, that’s right…me” he points sarcastically to himself, “and I said ‘NO’ to staff passes. This is your first warning, leave my office”.
I scoffed and began to walk away, but not before saying, “Head Office is always watching and if they see or even hear that an experienced worker is being bullied, especially if she is underage, then that manager can kiss his sucky job goodbye. Oh and I’m not in uniform or on shift, so your warning can be disposed”. As I began to walk to the door, Luke was leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Very impressive” he slowly says while looking at me up and down not giving one single care in the world.
“What’s so impressive exactly?” I ask nonchalantly while also crossing my arms over my chest. Then I realised, when I do cross my arms, it acts like a push up bra. Meaning, I’ve just made a fool of myself in front of this smart ass.
He smirks, realizing that he has basically won this argument. “Your aggression is so cute. You really think you’re going to beat a manger?”
“Don’t you have something better to do other than annoying me?” I say in an irritated tone.
“Aw” he says sarcastically, “don’t grow such a head. You really thought I was putting any effort to annoy you? Oh please” he scoffs.
I roll my eyes and push past him to leave and get to Amelia.
“Finally! I thought you had drowned in popcorn or something” Amelia sighs. “Got the passes?”
“No, let’s just go somewhere else” I say with a clenched jaw. Not only did I have an annoying manager, who has clearly been pissed off by me, but I have a self-centred jerk as a work colleague. Oh the joy.
Amelia frowns at my response and just shoves a liquorice stick into her mouth. As we walk to the exit, Harrison and Jack walk down the opposite direction with Big Macs in their hands.
“Hey, Zoe!” but once they saw the emotion on my face, they retreated. “Are…you alright?” Jack says slowly, as if I was about to take his Big Mac and throw it away.
I told them I wasn’t working for another week, thank god. We said our goodbyes but not before taking the milkshake from Harrison’s arm and slurping it.
“I hate you”
“Love you too”
Amelia and I decided take out and going to a contemporary arts museum were good plans for a Saturday night.
“Don’t you think it’s so cool how people can just create such fine, delicate and detailed pieces of art?” I say in admiration to the mirror sculpture standing in front of me. The pieces of the mirror were shattered, cut into different shaped pieces and then squashed together like a collage. Basically portraying my life. How fascinating.
“You are such a loser” Amelia interrupts my moment. I narrow my eyes at her in annoyance.
“Why can’t you just enjoy art?”
“Why can’t we just go home?”.
After the bickering, we eventually agreed to go home. Just as we walked through the clear, glass sliding doors, all we saw was the sky peeing.
“Did you bring an umbrella?” She asks hesitantly.
“Oh yeah just in my pocket…no I didn’t bring an umbrella!” I sarcastically snap.
“Well…we better run” and just like that, Amelia breaks into a sprint to the door with me quick on her tail.
I pull out the keys and unlock the car door. I open the diver’s door with a slippery hand and dive into the seat.
Amelia and I just sit there for a moment. Soaking wet clothes from the rain. Panting breaths from running.
“Shit, we’re unfit” Amelia breathes out.
I turn my head to look at her and laugh a little. “Good rhyme”.
As we drive back to her place, we were having a throwback sing along. ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go’ and ‘Girls Just Want To Have Fun’ were the highlights of the trip.
We laugh at our craziness and enter the drive-thru in McDonald’s.
“Cheeseburger?” I ask.
“You know me too well”.
As we gobble down the greasy heaven, Amelia starts hiccuping.
“Um, are you ok?”
“Damn! It’s every time I eat a cheeseburger”
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“Shh, I don’t want to talk about it”. I burst out laughing then and there, not understanding the weirdness to this human being.
We plan for me to stay at her house as her parents went away for a couple of days to see family somewhere else.
As I turn into her street, we hear a faint noise of…music?
“Is that a house party?”
All we see as we drive past is a crowded house of crazy, drunken teenagers. Lights flashing, bad music and screams was all that was happening. I could actually smell the aroma of cheap beer enter our nostrils through the open window.
Amelia groans aloud. “Ugh, that’s Nate Richman’s house”.
As I parked in front of Amelia’s house, all I got was a massive ‘splat’ of beer on my front window shield. Yes, some idiot threw it. We stepped onto the concrete and heard the voices of three, drunk teenage boys.
“Well, well, well…look who it is. Miss Amelia Blackburn” Nate teases and then laughs with his friend and…
Oh hell no.
“Are you stalking me or something?!” I yell at Luke. His lips just curve into a cheeky smile. He is obviously drunk.
“Oh, Ms Candy Stripes I should be the one asking you the same thing” he slurs.
“You’re all drunk. Just back off from my front lawn and go drink coffee or something” Amelia snaps.
“Aw” Nate says while lightly pinching her chin. Well, that was until Amelia slapped his arm harder than a girl on her period would. “You still haven’t accepted my invitation” his says whilst feigning a hurt expression.
“That’s maybe because I don’t like you”.
“Oh please babe, you love me” he smirks and leans over.
“Ew, you alcoholic rat, get off of me” she yells while pushing his face away from her in disgust.
“You’ll come running back one day babe” he shouts in the distance as he walks with his boys back to his house and we step on Amelia’s porch.
“In your wildest dreams! And stop calling me babe!”
We snuggled in our warm PJ’s, hot chocolate and blankets as we played Call of Duty on her Play Station.
I don’t know which version. There are like five I can’t keep up. Heck, I can’t even keep up with my own life.
Hours passed and eventually Amelia fell asleep. I look over at the clock which read ‘1:34am’. Better get to bed.
As I switched off the consoles and washed up, I suddenly heard a thump coming from dining area.
If there was ever someone who broke into the house, I was always to ‘Stop, Drop and Roll’. Wait, is that if something is caught on fire? Oh no.
My first instinct was to grab the whipped cream standing next to the dish rack.
A louder thump which followed by a crash.
In that moment, I changed into Agent 007. I hid behind the wall and waited for a few minutes. All I heard was shuffling. Then footsteps.
As they drew closer, all I did was come out from the wall, squirted the whipped cream on the intruder and then whacked him or her with the can. As they were recovering, I jumped on their back and tackled them to the floor.
“Who are you and why did I waste perfect whipped cream on you?!”