As some of you know, I started working as an usher at an opera theater company for a summer job to make some money and keep me busy. I’m only 18, so this is really my first official paying job besides lots of babysitting. I wrote about my first night on the job, so this entry is about my second night on the job.
The second night was much better. My mom drove out in front of me so I could follow her and not get lost this time, and so she could show me the right street to turn on to come back as well. It made much more sense to me this time, since I wasn’t as anxious and ticcy as last time.
When I was standing at the infamous Door No. 2 to check people’s tickets, I kept banging my knees against the ticket stand, which got to be painful after a while, and kept stomping me feet, too. At one point, one of the patrons walked past me and said, “Just keep stomping blood into those feet.” I found this slightly amusing.
Afterward, when I was with all the ushers outside again, I was hanging out with two girls and I felt like it was the right time to briefly mention Tourette Syndrome and just get it out of the way and in the open. I told them that I had found a very good way of getting out of having to see the operas. Continue reading