Mike, you made more than $150 per week, but not much more. The Egyptians to Moses were less oppressive than GCC corporate management to GCC assistant managers. I struggle to think of a less abused class of management in my 43 years of life.
My point is that GCC sucked.
I agree with you that had a great time working for the man, but a company that expects you to change movie times on a backlit sign, 25 ft. above the ground, at 9:30pm on a Thursday for a rate a $2.85 per hour, even in November, December, January, or February is simply crazy, doesn’t give a fuck, or both. The reason that the plastic letters were beat to shit was becase the minimum wage paid fuck heads putting up the sign were pissed that they had to perform a life threatening task for nothing. We (not me of course) simply chucked the stupid letters to the ground when it pleased us! (um…them). If they broke (not the stupid fuck heads changing the sign, the plastic letters) no problem from management’s point of view. Simply, turn a 3 upside down and you get an “E”, Mr. Neil.
The Superbreak is a case of the inmates ruling the asylum. At GCC, Assistant Managers were so over-worked that they routinely camped out in their office during off peak hours (most likely napping or watching UHF T.V.). Thus, they were oblivious to all the shenagins going on in the lobby during this time.
GCC was horribly cheap. They paid minimum wage to everyone (back in 1983 it was $3.35 per hour, being 16 I was paid sub-minimum at $2.85 per hour). This cheapness led to three types of employee groups: the under 20 group, the over 20 group (severely socially dysfunctional), and employees who stole money.
As the fraternity of young employees with some intelligence realized that the typical Assistant Manager made about the same hourly rate as the dysfunctional slackers; the inmates started to push the status quo. Slacking became a hobby.
The ultimate outcome of this hobby was the Superbreak. A Superbreak occurred when a pair of employees disappeared during the 3:00 pm matinee “rush” on a Saturday or Sunday when “zero” patrons showed for the movies. It was a horrible lack of professionalism and a sign of severe disrespect to the mighty GCC. What made it worse was the gloating by the said 16 year olds when they came back from Venture or Tasty Platter at 4:30 p.m.
Back in the day there was concept called a “super break”. One Saturday, I was working with one dude, and two chicks (Mr. Bob, Ms. Anne, and I forget the other dame). Mr. Bob and I missed the 3:00pm movies during a super-break. The girls were rightly pissed at us for slacking-off, and with the assistant manager’s approval (Sue), they took a super break missing the 5:00pm movies. Barely anyone showed up, so our lesson was hardly learned. I am sure we weren’t obnoxious about this point, not!
Mike, you made more than $150 per week, but not much more. The Egyptians to Moses were less oppressive than GCC corporate management to GCC assistant managers. I struggle to think of a less abused class of management in my 43 years of life.
My point is that GCC sucked.
I agree with you that had a great time working for the man, but a company that expects you to change movie times on a backlit sign, 25 ft. above the ground, at 9:30pm on a Thursday for a rate a $2.85 per hour, even in November, December, January, or February is simply crazy, doesn’t give a fuck, or both. The reason that the plastic letters were beat to shit was becase the minimum wage paid fuck heads putting up the sign were pissed that they had to perform a life threatening task for nothing. We (not me of course) simply chucked the stupid letters to the ground when it pleased us! (um…them). If they broke (not the stupid fuck heads changing the sign, the plastic letters) no problem from management’s point of view. Simply, turn a 3 upside down and you get an “E”, Mr. Neil.
The Superbreak is a case of the inmates ruling the asylum. At GCC, Assistant Managers were so over-worked that they routinely camped out in their office during off peak hours (most likely napping or watching UHF T.V.). Thus, they were oblivious to all the shenagins going on in the lobby during this time.
GCC was horribly cheap. They paid minimum wage to everyone (back in 1983 it was $3.35 per hour, being 16 I was paid sub-minimum at $2.85 per hour). This cheapness led to three types of employee groups: the under 20 group, the over 20 group (severely socially dysfunctional), and employees who stole money.
As the fraternity of young employees with some intelligence realized that the typical Assistant Manager made about the same hourly rate as the dysfunctional slackers; the inmates started to push the status quo. Slacking became a hobby.
The ultimate outcome of this hobby was the Superbreak. A Superbreak occurred when a pair of employees disappeared during the 3:00 pm matinee “rush” on a Saturday or Sunday when “zero” patrons showed for the movies. It was a horrible lack of professionalism and a sign of severe disrespect to the mighty GCC. What made it worse was the gloating by the said 16 year olds when they came back from Venture or Tasty Platter at 4:30 p.m.
Back in the day there was concept called a “super break”. One Saturday, I was working with one dude, and two chicks (Mr. Bob, Ms. Anne, and I forget the other dame). Mr. Bob and I missed the 3:00pm movies during a super-break. The girls were rightly pissed at us for slacking-off, and with the assistant manager’s approval (Sue), they took a super break missing the 5:00pm movies. Barely anyone showed up, so our lesson was hardly learned. I am sure we weren’t obnoxious about this point, not!
“If you get your money out, you’ll get in a little faster….uuuughhh” – Uncle John
“Eddie, there’s kernel in the corner…uuughhhhh” – Uncle John (Opening night, Night of the Living Dead/Midnight Movie circa. 1984+-1 year)