The idea of being elbow-deep in filthy toilets is too much for you to handle at the moment, so you grab the rough handle of the ancient broom and close the closet door. Black bristles bend outwards in random directions from years of use without replacement. You begin to wonder why you ever thought that working in a movie theater would be a good choice. Sure, the discounted movies and snacks were a plus, but the pay was minimal and the management was worse.
You trudge on toward the theaters, stepping on the ugly theater carpeting. Matted, dark blue flooring fills the hallway ahead of you, scattered with random splotches of purples, greens, and blues. You slow to a stop in front of two doors at the end of the first hallway. You read the names of the showings in bright red LED letters, one of the few aspects of this theater that is actually updated. A slasher film had been playing in the theater to the left and the latest animated kids movie had been showing in the one on the right. You have to start somewhere.
You trudge on toward the theaters, stepping on the ugly theater carpeting. Matted, dark blue flooring fills the hallway ahead of you, scattered with random splotches of purples, greens, and blues. You slow to a stop in front of two doors at the end of the first hallway. You read the names of the showings in bright red LED letters, one of the few aspects of this theater that is actually updated. A slasher film had been playing in the theater to the left and the latest animated kids movie had been showing in the one on the right. You have to start somewhere.