Just a small rant about things 9/10 SC's ask me on a daily basis.
BG- I'm a cinema projectionist who has had her hours cut drastically enough that I need to work some front of house shifts to make up the lost hours. Here's a list of the most common SC's I meet on those days.
The "Where the f*ck are we" tribe.
They're regulars, they come to this cinema weekly, and yet the second they set foot over the threshold, all sense of direction magically flies out their ears and far, far away.
Regular SC standing next to a giant, neon toilet sign: Where are the toilets? Stop standing around and SHOW me.
Me trying to serve a huge line of patient customers: It's just there *points emphatically* RIGHT behind you.
SC: I said I want you to SHOW ME!!!
Me: I can't leave this station right now, but it's literally through those doors behind you, you can't miss it.
Apparently she can and will miss it. This happens at least once a week and she always insists that a member of staff be called to show her where they are.
The 'I heard you but I'm not listening' tribe.
This one is 95% of our customers, if not more. They arrive at the usher station, hand over their ticket, at which point we will tell you what screen your film is in, and (if applicable) your seat number. The scenario almost always goes like this fine example...
Me: Hiya, *takes the ticket* thanks, that's in Screen 4, Seat number J9
SC: *huffing while taking the ticket stub and barely stopping on their way through* yes, yes I know. *is suddenly confronted by 4 doors and pauses looking puzzled, before turning around* What screen am I in?
Me: *inward sigh* Screen 4,
SC: And that's free seating?
Me: *inwardly slamming my head against a wall* No, it's allocated seating today, the number is the one in bold on your stub.
SC: Well it would be nice if you told me! *still in a huff, walks into the wrong screen.
And yep, when we run in to stop them from going the wrong way, despite being told, clearly, twice where they are going, it's still our fault they made a wrong turn.
The 'I can't use a computer correctly and its all your fault' tribe.
Like most places, we have an online booking system. Our website isn't the best one out there, and it can be a tad confusing for elderly customers. However, what always perplexes me, is how customers are so quick to blame us when they book the wrong seats or for the wrong times.
The most common problem is when they book the front row seats thinking they are the back row ones. An easy mistake to make, you might think. But consider this; on the diagram, there's a huge bold message that reads FRONT and likewise at the back, it says BACK.
Almost half of box office complaints pertain to people getting this mixed up. And of course, it's not they who are being a little obtuse, no it's our problem. One such SC, for instance, took this to a new level of stupid blagging.
SC: I didn't book seats at the front, this always happens to me, I clearly book them at the back but your website changes them around!
Me: I'm sorry madam but that's impossible, nobody here can move the seats without your reference number, are you sure you didn't accidentally click on the wrong ones?
SC: I most certainly did NOT! Your website is broken, there's no way of telling where anything is!!
Me: *calling up the website* If you see here, this diagram shows you where everything is, it's all labelled, just for future ref.
SC: Well those labels weren't there when I was booking!
Me: These labels have been here as long as this site has been running. That's well over a decade. If you like, I can take your booking reference number and change your seats fir you now.
SC: You just said you can't change it! That's deception! I want to speak to your manager!!!
Me: Madam, I said we cannot change your seats without your reference number, therefore nobody here has been changing your seats without your knowledge.
SC: *hell bent on summoning the almighty manager* I want to speak to your manager!!
I called the manager, and the SC then proceeded to yell at him for a good solid half hour about how we were lying to her and how HER internet must be different to the rest of the world. Annoyingly, he gave her comp tickets to appease her. But at least that meant I won't have to deal with her next week!
BG- I'm a cinema projectionist who has had her hours cut drastically enough that I need to work some front of house shifts to make up the lost hours. Here's a list of the most common SC's I meet on those days.
The "Where the f*ck are we" tribe.
They're regulars, they come to this cinema weekly, and yet the second they set foot over the threshold, all sense of direction magically flies out their ears and far, far away.
Regular SC standing next to a giant, neon toilet sign: Where are the toilets? Stop standing around and SHOW me.
Me trying to serve a huge line of patient customers: It's just there *points emphatically* RIGHT behind you.
SC: I said I want you to SHOW ME!!!
Me: I can't leave this station right now, but it's literally through those doors behind you, you can't miss it.
Apparently she can and will miss it. This happens at least once a week and she always insists that a member of staff be called to show her where they are.
The 'I heard you but I'm not listening' tribe.
This one is 95% of our customers, if not more. They arrive at the usher station, hand over their ticket, at which point we will tell you what screen your film is in, and (if applicable) your seat number. The scenario almost always goes like this fine example...
Me: Hiya, *takes the ticket* thanks, that's in Screen 4, Seat number J9
SC: *huffing while taking the ticket stub and barely stopping on their way through* yes, yes I know. *is suddenly confronted by 4 doors and pauses looking puzzled, before turning around* What screen am I in?
Me: *inward sigh* Screen 4,
SC: And that's free seating?
Me: *inwardly slamming my head against a wall* No, it's allocated seating today, the number is the one in bold on your stub.
SC: Well it would be nice if you told me! *still in a huff, walks into the wrong screen.
And yep, when we run in to stop them from going the wrong way, despite being told, clearly, twice where they are going, it's still our fault they made a wrong turn.
The 'I can't use a computer correctly and its all your fault' tribe.
Like most places, we have an online booking system. Our website isn't the best one out there, and it can be a tad confusing for elderly customers. However, what always perplexes me, is how customers are so quick to blame us when they book the wrong seats or for the wrong times.
The most common problem is when they book the front row seats thinking they are the back row ones. An easy mistake to make, you might think. But consider this; on the diagram, there's a huge bold message that reads FRONT and likewise at the back, it says BACK.
Almost half of box office complaints pertain to people getting this mixed up. And of course, it's not they who are being a little obtuse, no it's our problem. One such SC, for instance, took this to a new level of stupid blagging.
SC: I didn't book seats at the front, this always happens to me, I clearly book them at the back but your website changes them around!
Me: I'm sorry madam but that's impossible, nobody here can move the seats without your reference number, are you sure you didn't accidentally click on the wrong ones?
SC: I most certainly did NOT! Your website is broken, there's no way of telling where anything is!!
Me: *calling up the website* If you see here, this diagram shows you where everything is, it's all labelled, just for future ref.
SC: Well those labels weren't there when I was booking!
Me: These labels have been here as long as this site has been running. That's well over a decade. If you like, I can take your booking reference number and change your seats fir you now.
SC: You just said you can't change it! That's deception! I want to speak to your manager!!!
Me: Madam, I said we cannot change your seats without your reference number, therefore nobody here has been changing your seats without your knowledge.
SC: *hell bent on summoning the almighty manager* I want to speak to your manager!!
I called the manager, and the SC then proceeded to yell at him for a good solid half hour about how we were lying to her and how HER internet must be different to the rest of the world. Annoyingly, he gave her comp tickets to appease her. But at least that meant I won't have to deal with her next week!
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