Locking all of these horrible people who attend shows here at STC in the theatre and then setting it on fire.
Keep in mind that this morning at 10:06 (6 minutes into the work day), without provocation, I was called a bitch and hung up on.
Literally, here's how the conversation went:
Me: ST Box Office
Woman: Hiiiiiii, I want some tickets.
Me: For what show?
Woman: Forrrrrr theeeeee Imaginary Invalid?
Me: For what date?
Woman: Forrrrrr theeeeee 21st or 28th of Juuuuune? aaaaaand I would neeeeeeed aaaaaaaa pair? Forrrrrr my motherrr-
Me: For the 2pm or 8pm on those dates?
Woman: You know what I don't want to talk to you, you're a bitch. -click-
After pacing the office and wiping my face off, it took all I had not to just walk out and leave and never come back. I am THIS close to quitting without knowing what I will be doing for work.
Come on, Folger, just tell me you want me now before I apply to Starbucks with all the high schoolers.
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