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 needed something to stop the bleeding. I immediately went upstairs to our state-of-the-art First Aid kit that is incredibly well stocked and organized. Came back and gave them two bandages just in case it happened again (you know how clumsy kids are, tons running around during 'Minions'). About thirty minutes later, a manager finds me and tells me “You can't give out bandages to customers, they could have an allergic reaction when it touches their cut.” I stood there dumbfounded. We had safety pamphlets in the break room encouraging us to help injured guests AND that big ass First Aid kit, and you want ME to DENY A CHILD OF A BAND-AID?? That manager is a mother herself to two little ones. I said blankly “Oh got it so just let them bleed out on the floor.” She noticed my attitude and tried to calm me down saying “well just get them paper towels from the bathroom. Are you doing ok?” I finished with “Yeah I just don't agree”, smiled and walked to my next theater.
Minutes later, I got called to the office and was informed my final paycheck would be cash. I again stood there dumbfounded as I've been receiving direct deposit since I began working there. The acting GM folded almost immediately in negotiating, adding “orrrr I guess we could do direct deposit. But it's typically cash.” The final thing I said to her was “Yeah I need direct deposit. Alright, I'm done.”; handed her my radio, clocked out in the breakroom, cleaned out my locker, and walked downstairs to say goodbye to my coworkers. And that was that. When I got home I received this email, then immediately I followed up with just an image. https://imgur.com/a/oDrR7SP
I'm glad to be free from that theater and am so pumped to start at my new job in a couple weeks.
TL;DR: Handed out a bandage to a bleeding boy and management told me to stop. Also was informed that my final paycheck would be cash until I negotiated otherwise.