Today, we had 4 of us in there. And it got so crowded. After a while, I got fed up of telling people to stop touching the dinosaurs, that every time the music went down, I'd yell, "Please refraim from touching the Dinosaurs! If I catch you doing this after I tell you not to, you are out!" I was seriously fed up. So, then of course, my friends (co workers) eventually told me to calm down, and my boss (I'm actually really close with him) even told me I had to cool it. He agreed where I was coming from, but he didn't want me to get in trouble with Managment. So, we keep saying we need signs. And managment is telling us to do our jobs, so we won't need signs! Um....if we can only have one person in most of the time, and with that crowd, it's almost impossible. When I was by myself, I had some one walk in the exit, but I didn't see them do it, so I couldn't tell them anything.
And of course, it's my fault that the guests have to pay for the exhibet! I was so pissed. This upper class, East Village bitch kept complaining to me and my buddy Eduardo, and said she was going to go to the burough councel men, and what not. We kept telling her, this is an outside company, the Zoo has nothing to do with it. And then we went up to a woman and asked to see her tickets (because she was coming from the direction of the exit), and she of course pulled the race card on me. Because apperantly, if I ask a black women if she can show me here ticket, I'M of course rasict! Jeeze, sorry, I was doing my job!
To give you some idea of that this place is, here are some pictures:
Now imagine this with more than 60 people. Not fun!
-Dainan
