my 6th Quidam show

today was my 6th Quidam show and the work day started pretty well. I was the ticket-ripper, only that the tickets don't have to be ripped. so i only check that people turn up for the right show and that they actually own a ticket. and a little bit of crowd control.

then i went to work at the door i'm most familiar with. u c, every door has different duties. And for Door 7, ushers have to care for handicapped patrons, ensure that the technician is not blocked during some acts and during the intermission make sure patrons don't use the wrong exit. Basically Door 7 is rather complicated but i have gotten used to it. so i like it.

While there are some specific duties for every door (8 doors in all), some things apply to all. one main similarity is that Act Two is a lot freer than Act One. Basically after the intermission, all ushers have less to busy with. Which is why i took the chance to go to the ladies. I also needed to make a phonecall.

However, i ran into my supervisor. So i had no choice but to ask if i can go away to make a 'quick, urgent phonecall'. the conversation was like this:

me: may i go and make a phonecall? it's kinda urgent.

Patrick: no.

me: no? (surprised)

Patrick: no. Did your father die?

me: (even more surprised now) no he didn't....... you mean he has to die for me to make a phonecall?

Patrick: yes.







I duly went back to my position. And angry tears filled my eyes.



edit: and patrick has since apologised. and he promises that he is actually a nice person and that he was harsher than he meant. and i accepted it. now we smile to each other when we pass.