and we frolicked about

Thank FUCK this week is a short one because if I had to go through five full days like today I might lose my goddamn shit.

Feeling slightly resentful towards my supervisor for taking this week off, but more because there are only two official selling days left for this huge project we're working on and we're nowhere close to budget, overall or for the one my department has. :(

It doesn't help that I only made about five calls today because everyone has fucking problems they can't figure out for themselves. When I say that when people can't figure out their own shit they come to my department it's nowhere close to an exaggeration. Contest? Must be us that's holding it so we'll know about it. Some other company having an event? We'll have the details for sure. Need to get an ad in because you can't seem to understand deadlines? Yeah, we'll throw it in with our shit. Changed the game plan and didn't inform anyone else about it? YES, WE'RE GODDAMN MIND READERS. DIDN'T I TELL YOU I ACED THAT COURSE IN UNIVERSITY?!

I guess everything changed so suddenly in the past year that I've gone from being the "new" person (last one to join the department for over a year) to being the senior person so everyone automatically assumes I have the answers when my boss is away. And I kind of do but I just don't know it until I'm forced to make the decisions. But damn, does it suck sometimes. You're so busy helping everyone else with their jobs you can't do your own.

I also didn't take a full dose of my anti-depressants over the weekend because I woke up late every day so I don't know if that's affected me but I'm kind of a mess tonight. The events happening around the world right now aren't helping, either. I'm either filled with apathetic cynicism or overwhelming sadness, neither of which I want to feel right now. Blunt but true. I think I also need to go the fuck to bed. So I will.

Tomorrow will be a better, brighter (and warmer?! PLEASE! -5 is a LIE!) and more productive day. Here, have a picture of my cat.

I HAVE TO GET A CAR. I said I wouldn't, that I'd be fine taking the bus but I'm wasting an hour+ every day on it when I live about a 10 minute drive away from work, if that. HOW LAME IS THAT?! And right now the buses keep waiting around in the transit station for seemingly no reason because the drivers feel no need to inform their passengers that the buses are late or whatever. Fuck off, transit system. Between the un-informative drivers and the other passengers who seem to think bathing and/or laundry are OPTIONAL things I'm going to snap.

Give me your car buying experiences, please. What kind do you have? What lemons have you had? What have you heard about good/bad cars? What are good ones on gas? I don't have far to travel (see above) and I won't do much aside from driving back and forth to work so I'd like something that isn't going to guzzle gas and that's small, compact, has AC, preferably a CD player, etc. Nothing fancy, but something still fun.

On another note: this is Edward Cullen's theme song in relation to Bella in the first two Twilight books, especially in light of the leaked Midnight Sun chapters, y/y?

Ashlee Simpson - Little Miss Obsessive

Am I the reason why you tossed and turned last night?
Everything's such a blur, it didn't come out right.
All of the sudden it's cold and we're falling apart.
No this can't be, please don't leave me alone in the dark.

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.

Woah, woah, woah (that side of your bed is still mine) [x2]

I've never been a fan of long good-byes.
I'm at the finish line and you're just way too far behind.
In the morning I got in a fight with myself, I got the bruises to prove it.
Then I swallowed your words and spit them right back out.

And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it.
Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, Aim not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it.
No!

It's like a fairy tale without a happy ending (happy ending)
But then again maybe we are just pretending.
Why does it have to be so unfair?
Tell me that you care.

And I guess we're really over, but come over, I'm not over it.
And I guess we're really over, so come over, I'm not over it, oh.

Little miss, little miss, little miss, little miss obsessive. [x2]

Late night you make me feel like I'm desperate, I'm not desperate.
Oh, a little bit possessive, little miss obsessive, can't get over it

Given my scheduling issues at work I haven't had much to harp on in the past few months. But, stupid as stupid does and you've come through for me, yet again. Please take these words to heart and think of them the next time you grace your local cinema with your presence. Because I can guarantee you there will be at least one usher just waiting to beat you over the head with their half-watt flashlight. It may be small and useless but I promise, we will make it hurt.

1) Thank you to the person who barfed in the ladies garbage can last week. You were in the bathroom, of all places, so god forbid you try the toilet to get sick in but at least you made it to a place that wasn't the floor. Not all of it, at least. Also, if you're the person who was also sick in two garbage cans in our largest theatre? Thanks again. I love you. Really. You made me realize that there are, indeed, still some things that make me queasy. *cuddles pictures of STI-riddled body parts*

2) When I say, "Hi" to you as I rip your ticket, don't respond with, "Not yet. I'll wait for the new J Lo movie to come out." It will only serve to make me think you're a) creepy b) stupid and c) a total moron. Especially don't do this when you're going to see Son of the Mask. I will and did laugh at you.

3) Yes, we have self-serve butter. No, it's not real. It's buttered flavoured oil. You needn't press the button to prove to yourself and your friends that it works. And then keep it pressed. Really. Really. Also? You don't have to announce to your friends that it looks like pee and keep pressing it cause you're stoned/drunk/stupid/Darwin's worst nightmare. kthxbye.

4) We get promotional things for movies. Posters, hats, pins and the like. And big, huge, often-complicated standees that we have to put together. For the more complex ones (think 3D- about 8 feet long, three feet wide and 12 feet tall for some, complete with nuts and bolts) it can take up to a week to build them and we take great pride in finishing a particularly labour-intensive one and putting it on display. They are not displayed to be stood on, sat on, danced on, shaken, or have parts ripped off. Unless you want me to come to your house to try and tip over your 85 year-old antique china hutch, stay the fuck away from our standees and keep your hellion children away as well.

5) I don't care how long the ticket holders line is. We have them set up to keep the huge lines for popular movies out of the lobby so we don't have to shove through 400 people at a time while doing our jobs. It's also a safety concern. If you get to the movie late or bought your tickets early and didn't know about the line we don't care. You can bitch and whine and complain all you want but even if you refuse to get in line and sit in the lobby we will make you wait. Because we learned this shit in kindergarten and I'm sure as hell not re-visiting your childhood.

6) Don't hold your ticket so I have to yank it out of your hand to rip it. I need to look at it to see what movie you're going to, if you've got an age appropriate ticket or if you're trying to scam me with an old ticket. Don't hold it in your mouth, don't smear it with butter, don't make it wet with... stuff I don't know the origins of. Just don't.

*collapses and prepares for another shift tomorrow*