Gots me a job So I was hired on Monday by the Regal Theater Corporation of Doom. I am now a peddler of all that is mass-produced, overpriced, and largely inedible. And I'm not just talking about the movies they show. Some highlights thus far: 1. Me: "That'll be [arbitrary but heinous amount of money]" Customer: (hands me a credit card) There ya go. Me: "I can't print you a receipt from this register. Is that okay?" Customer: "Yeah, that's fine." Me: "I'm sorry, it's been acting up all day" (hands credit card back to customer) Customer: "Can I get a receipt?" 2. (and this one's happened numerous times) Customer: "Make sure you put as much butter as possible on that. Layer it." Me: "Okay. And what kind of drink did you want with that?" Customer: "Diet coke." I've also encountered a 2 dollar bill (which I picked up after plunking two singles into the tray) and a 100 dollar bill, which I luckily had just enough change to accept. I'm actually really enjoying it thus far, but Star Wars openes in two weeks *ominous music*. So we'll see. Also, free movie tickets. Crash. Tomorrow. Ohhhhh man. Other first job stories? Stupid customer stories? Bets on how long it will take me to hate going to work?