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For about a month in my first year of University I worked at a movie theatre. The Theatre had a two level layout. On the first level there was the arcade, the concessions stand, and the box office. On the lower level there were the individual screening rooms, ticket takers, bathrooms, and a smaller concessions stand.
When you're training you work at the top concession stand first, then move two the smaller one. People working in the smaller concession area don't need to have a supervisor present. Anyway, I had just started working on the lower level. The popcorn popper would beep loudly when it was time to dump the fully popped corn into the bin. I worked the lower level for about a week before they asked me to cover a shift in the upper level again.
We were running low on popcorn, so I ran to fill up the popper. I turned to heat off, poured the corn in, put on the butter, then turned on heat and oil. Once I'd done that I ran off to do other tasks around the stand. A few seconds later, I heard a beeping noise and ran over to the popper to flip the popper over. It was a Pavlovian response to the beeping. I was just so used to flipping at the beep, that I'd forgotten something very important.
The popcorn machine on the upper level beeps just before the popcorn starts to pop. Not only had I ruined a whole kettle of popcorn, but the hot kernels were popping out of the bin on their own.
I wasn't allowed filling the popper for the rest of night.
When you're training you work at the top concession stand first, then move two the smaller one. People working in the smaller concession area don't need to have a supervisor present. Anyway, I had just started working on the lower level. The popcorn popper would beep loudly when it was time to dump the fully popped corn into the bin. I worked the lower level for about a week before they asked me to cover a shift in the upper level again.
We were running low on popcorn, so I ran to fill up the popper. I turned to heat off, poured the corn in, put on the butter, then turned on heat and oil. Once I'd done that I ran off to do other tasks around the stand. A few seconds later, I heard a beeping noise and ran over to the popper to flip the popper over. It was a Pavlovian response to the beeping. I was just so used to flipping at the beep, that I'd forgotten something very important.
The popcorn machine on the upper level beeps just before the popcorn starts to pop. Not only had I ruined a whole kettle of popcorn, but the hot kernels were popping out of the bin on their own.
I wasn't allowed filling the popper for the rest of night.
