November 6th, 2002

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Emily (the cunt) deigned to speak to me tonight, all perky-like so I knew something was up. She said that because I'd turned down the lead position in softlines they'd been talking and come up with something else. It's not a raise, it's not a lead position, but it's a little more specialized and it would mean I'd have a specific area of responsibility outside of just taken care of different departments.
Basically, I'll be taking care of the different sidekicks all over the store.
Most people have no idea what a sidekick is. Even most of the people in the store. heh.
okay.. there are the main aisles with merchandise on them. The ends of the aisles where they put sale items or things they want to draw attention to are endcaps. Because they... "cap off" the ends. Now sidekicks are things they put on the *sides* of the endcaps, usually with a variety of merchandise and sometimes with things that have *nothing* to do with the rest of the area. For example, the sidekick of pantyhose that's on the babyfood aisle. Or the spongebob squarepants candy bars on the side of the luggage aisle.

Exciting shit, I know... but such is my life.
Brian will apparently be walking me through things sometime in the next couple weeks. ::nods::
This is going to be a total pain in the ass, and I'll be kicking myself for saying yes to it... but well... that's okay too. heh.

And after I said yes to this, Emily was back to her "great job, good team, you rock!" crap. two faced cunt...
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I miss Rocky Horror Friday nights and the Cafe Napolean (before it was the West End Cafe... before Fran bought it and Talon drove it into the ground... before "Vyktor" got on stage every tuesday and tried to make everyone feel like shit, back before people started taking themselves too seriously, before the roof caved in and they stopped letting you chill on the patio..) and scaring the backstage crews from the generic theatre across the street whenever they'd walk to their cars and we'd be doing stupid shit in the parking lot.

If I had money, I'd buy that shithole. I'd fix the damned roof and I'd reopen it. Lure Doc back... lure back the artists who used to sell shit on the tables at the front. Get the chess junkies back..
heh. I'm a wonderful damned pipedreamer.

I just remember the days when I'd go to school, then rehearsal, then do homework for about an hour, then go out, drink coffee, be silly, and meet my new best friend every night of the week.
Very full, very hollow... and fun.

I need some of that.
  • Current Music
    The Cars - Drive
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pop pop I must accumulate...

- Saw Red Dragon. Totally solid movie.
- Rented some movies. The joint got in a copy of Head. That makes me a happy camper.
- Guy in the movie theatre babbled on a cell phone until I told him that I paid to see a movie, not to hear an impotent man babble into his cock extention. My mom was mortified. The other people in the theatre giggled. He took the call outside.
- Guy in the video store babbled into a cell phone while I glared at him and he never noticed.
- I'm ballsy when I'm feeling good about myself.
- I'm hungry
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    Soul Coughing - Collapse (live)
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Binky the doormat! Binky the doormat...

Shooed out like a house fly
This house was half my mind
I don't dispute the doubts you've outlined
But it's my right to waste your time

These things
May come to be
and these things
won't kill me

and these things
it stands to reason
these things
please tell me

.........................................................................

I just love that song.
I just love most of their songs... But that's one of my very favorites.

I'm sad. Sort of happy sad... hehe.. does that make sense?
Tom used to call it "goth-happy"... because Tom was a smart-ass. It's Nina Simone-happy. It's melancholy-with-a-grin. It's Lilac Wine.
Sick that I have hyphenated emotions, innit? They are, most likely, the same emotions everyone else has, just put through my filter where everything is just a little more difficult.

I watched Shallow Grave last night. I've always been really fond of Ewan McGregor. He's a wonderful actor and really easy on the eyes. I just dig him and I have for quite awhile. but now... now I've decided that he will be mine. So what that he has a wife and kids... So what that he doesn't know me from any other chick in America. So WHAT that I've absolutely nothing to offer him.
He'll be mine
and that's that (I dug the movie. A lot. A LOT... incredible damned movie. In the running with the Matrix for the most ripped off movie of the last 10 years, I think)

Aside from picking up Head today, I also got Focus, El Mariachi, and A Taxing Woman (Marusa no onna)

I also had in my hand, but put back Amores Perros.
It sounds really damned cool, but I haven't felt very ... up to... the heavy movies lately.
Ever since watching Vertigo.. I'm almost *afraid* to watch a very serious movie on my own. And since there's no one to watch with... it's best to keep them to a minimum.
The problem is... most of the movies I really want to see right now are pretty damned serious.
'cept Shakes the Clown. It's time to see that again. ::nods::
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    Soul Coughing - Fully Retractable