Adam West’s Batman said it best: "Some days, you just can’t get rid of a bomb." And for those days, when you can’t work up the enthusiasm to soldier through with a smile, I give you this to put it all in perspective.
No matter what your day holds, it can’t be as bad as training to be a Chuck E. Cheese walkabout character. Remember, that middle "E" stands for "entertainment." (Or "euthanasia," whichever comes first.)
(Thanks to Kevin for the tip.)
I love the plugs for 409 and woolite. “Afterall, Woolite is cheap. A new costume is not.”
I felt like I was wasting 10 minutes of my life watching this, and yet I couldn’t look away. I hope I never have this job.
Thanks, Marc. Poor Chuckie, the kids pull his tail and spank him. At most of the parties I’ve been to at that lovely establishment, the children stare in terror at him. The game here is to see who can get away from him fastest. But now that my son has watched this with me, tail-pulling will be a new item on the menu. Ah, training videos.
My daughter had a party there last year, and one of her friends refused to go near Chuckie when he came to our table. I asked the kid if he wanted to go say hi to Chuckie, and he looked at me disdainfully and replied “I don’t like big rats.” Fair enough.
I used to love going to Showbiz Pizza, before they all became Chuck E. Cheeses. I also give everyone full permission to kill me if this ever becomes my job.
When the narrator says that it’s not enough just to put on the costume, walk around and wave, it reminded me of the scene in “Office Space” when Jennifer Aniston’s character is criticized for “only” having 17 pieces of “flair” on her shirt. Like low-paid service workers can’t just do their job, they have to pretend to love it, too! Eek.
Wow, and I thought my job sucked! That is such a horrible training video – I’m amazed that the trainees didn’t fall asleep watching this.
When I worked as a holiday photographer for my local mall, I had to wear an Easter Bunny costume because the person who was the bunny was jumped by a bunch of punks yelling in song: “kill da wabbit!”. The suit was hot and sufficating. I feel sorry for every single person who has to wear these get-ups.
As for Chuck E. Cheese, I once celebrated my eighth b-day at one, and my baby brother was terrified because he thought that the mouse was real.
My younger sister worked at Chuck E Cheese.. this is no more horrifying than having to watch your flesh and blood perform in “Chuckie LIVE”!
I’ve done this job… being the big Cheese is NO fun… Still its better than having to dance around with Chuck E. Cheese sans costume…You see, by wearing the head. At least that no one can see the burning anger in your eyes as you die inside.
the background music is what makes this so awesome.
it is the worst place ever they DON’T TREAT THE COSTUMERS GOOD AT ALL.
it is the worst place ever they DON’T TREAT THE COSTUMERS GOOD AT ALL.