That stinking clown poster. At least it was on a wall where I couldn’t see it. That didn’t get rid of the feeling that it could see me. That was something Dan liked to use against Chris and I. Our unexplainable fear of a piece of paper with a clown on it. Every time we would freak out because we felt it’s eyes on us, he would laugh and tease us for being babies. This was within the first two weeks of me working at the Windsor Theater and Dan felt no shame in harassing the newbie. Little did I know that that was only the beginning of the harassment I’d experience while working there. Harassment is Dan and his posse’s first language and the longer you work there the more you realize that. Some people say that work and pleasure …show more content…
He’s a middle school boy stuck in an old man’s body, and those who work with him seem to absorb his personality over time. There have been arguments to see who is the second and third Dan between Chris and Andrew, each wanting to be the best Dan clone. When there are no customers around, the workers become a gaggle of middle school boys; fighting each other with the ends of flyswatters like they are swords, declaring war on the flies, and whipping up concoctions to make the other person eat. I was once cornered behind the counter until I ate a single piece of popcorn that was drenched in butter and smothered in the amount of cooking salt that we use on two batches of popcorn. I hadn’t even allowed it to touch my tongue before I had guzzled down a half a bottle of water. Chris has also tried multiple times to get me to drink a Suicide with Hot Tamales in it. I refuse immediately every …show more content…
With that being said, being ignored doesn’t sit well with them, and with popcorn readily available, it’s easily made into projectiles. It seems to be one of the most used and most easily accessed prop for them to use in their form of torture. Being a target in more way than one, having someone trying so hard to scare you that it forces you to look over your shoulder when no one else is around to have your back, and people daring you to eat something that could potentially be dangerous to your health are not things that could be described as pleasurable. Of course, I do get my share of harassment in. When you hang out with them, you act immature. You join in with the jokes, the teasing, and even the crazy concoction making. It could be mistaken for having fun. Why would someone want to work at a place where they start throwing popcorn at you when they feel like you are getting too serious? Why would you want to work where no one cares what the other people think about them and that could potentially rub off on you? Why would you want to work where the way they show that they accept you into their group of people is to try to scare you when you are least expecting