Well, it seemed for a while like Larry knew what to do - I had a couple of near - "Come to Diety" talks with him, the summation of which were, "Look, Larry. You need to worry about yourself and your side; let me worry about what's over here."
Moreover, Michael (Closing Manager) has stiffened his spine dealing with Larry, but dealt with him gently, since Larry's not used to a hard line. E.g: Larry's not allowed to have a walkie anymore, because he abuses it and annoys everyone with "Auditorium 1's out," "Is 2 clean yet?" and so on. I know to wield the "weapon" wisely, so I get to have a walkie. Larry practically ran over to Michael and wanted to know when he was going to get his walkie. Michael said, "Larry, Violinp has the bigger side, and she can't see the ushers all the time, so she needs the walkie. You only have three auditoriums, and the ushers should tell you when they clean your auditoriums." It put the onus where it actually is - the ushers - but also gave a plausible explanation so he wouldn't get upset.
Well. Things have somehow gotten worse, even with a checklist for both of us to sign. He just signs what I sign, regardless of what he's actually done (I knew for a fact that he hasn't done certain things, because I had to do the things when I came back from break). He's back to failing to check ID's, which is...fun. And then there was the fact that he was ill last Friday, and his replacement had been employed at the theater less than a week and still did better than Larry, after five minutes of briefing on the job by an usher and yours truly (He's also quieter and a harder worker, but I digress).
To top it all off, on Sunday, he asked that I ask Gemma (normally Opening Manager, but was closing that night) to let us off. ...Leaving aside the fact that I don't make demands on my managers like that, the set wasn't even over. I was literally still tearing tickets for two auditoriums whose shows hadn't even begun to start. Without thinking, I said in an almost - snappish manner, "Larry, the set isn't even over. Couldn't you wait until 8:00 for me to ask Gemma if she still needs us?" He backed off a bit and apologized, but I internally rolled my eyes - how could he be so unobservant as to not realize that I was still tearing tickets and that it wasn't even 7:40 (He has the same schedule of movies I do, and could read that one movie started at 7:45, and another at 7:50)?
I'm hoping that, because the GM has seen that a new hire is far more competent and causes less stress than someone who's been there for four months, she'll consider that in the "restructuring" that's happening soon.
As an aside, on Sunday night, when we finally clocked out, I accidentally dropped my headband (given to me by Michael when he and I were still on the same level of employment) on the floor. Larry just grabbed it up, put it on his lectern, and didn't say anything, even when I started panicking and tearing stuff apart to find it. I finally saw it on his lectern and grabbed it up, grateful I hadn't lost it. Larry said, "I wondered why you dropped that and didn't come back for it." I spluttered a bit - has he never misplaced something? - and then said in what I hoped was a mostly - nice manner (though I fear I sounded a bit abrupt and brittle), "Thanks for keeping it safe. A friend gave it to me; I would've hated to lose it." I didn't want to be mean about it, but he didn't even bother to come after me and say, "Hey, you dropped this." He let me freak the Ehell out about losing a prized possession given me by a friend and then gave that ham - handed response when I finally realized where it was. Heck, even if I'd just bought it one day at Claire's, and it didn't have any more meaning than that, it wasn't his property, and he had no right to let me freak out like that when he knew perfectly well where my personal property was.