i love when i come into work expecting to have a coworker to spend wiling away our semi-busy friday night shift with but instead find out i am working alone (not a lie i actually don't mind working alone). i love when i bust my ass working concessions and ushing all theaters alone and BREAK MY BACK to engage with people and make them happy and like me so that they'll tip me and keep a casual estimate of my tips all night only, come closing at past 11 pm, to find that my manager, a very nice, a TOO nice guy has given me $21 instead of the $41 i made in tips tonight bc the guys this morning who worked the slow shift together made a total of $4 and he felt bad giving them each $2 so he just never closed their shift and gave them a cut of mine so that i went home with the amount of tips i expect to make on a good slow wednesday closing shift and not the tips i expect to make working an extremely long and tiring shift where i actively work at getting tips instead of just telling customers to skip the tip screen like i know the morning shift guys do (take a fucking guess as to whether i'm lying here).