I spent the last year working at a Cinemark movie theater. It was a pretty chill job, and I always showed up with a smile and ready to work. I made tons of friends along the way but I found a new, better paying position elsewhere and today was supposed to be my last day. I never envisioned walking out of any job but I finally cracked and did it last night. I was working “Theater checker”, meaning that you walk around the individual theaters and make sure guests are being courteous to one another and that the picture/sound is presentable. I jokingly refer to it as “hall monitor” from SpongeBob. At one point while I was walking down the south hallway, a teenage girl requested a band-aid from me. Her little brother was crying and was bleeding from a cut on his arm. Nothing too faint-inducing but he certainly…
