Movie theatre Management Uniform

Dear “Designers of the Movie Theatre Manager Uniform”,

Umm…. What the hell were you thinking? First of all, let’s start with the polyester aspect. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get the smell of popcorn out of polyester? Second of all, the women’s rights movement happened quite some time ago, WAY before I was even around, so please explain to me how you found this man suit appropriate for a woman.

I myself am a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, so for me to complain about what I have to wear is pretty big. My sister often asks me what Ellen Degeneres power pant suit I am wearing to any special occasion. Clearly it is not the suit that bothers me, but the thick broad shouldered polyester nonsense that I have to adorn before heading to this ridiculous job. It’s pretty sad when I’d rather be in a red vest, plaid shirt, and bow tie, which happens to be the lovely outfit I wore when I first started my career right out of high school, and have had the luxury of returning to as an adult.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to bend over in this bullshit? It is hard enough for me to perform this task in my sweat pants, this crap makes me feel like I am a contestant on the biggest loser in a special challenge round. Being a manager in this capacity just means I get to tell people what to do while I do it with them. Which means I have to bend over often to pick up the concession crap that people so politely kick under their seats because the thought of actually taking their trash with them and throwing it out in one of the fifty garbage cans we have seems an impossible task after sitting on their asses for two and a half hours.

I have enough self esteem issues surrounding what I do to pay my rent, find the kindness in your heart to remedy this nonsense immediately. How on earth am I suppose to prepare a tray of nachos properly in this tank of a uniform?

Sincerely,

Maggie