Title: Which witch is which?
Music du jour: More Xena mp3's on
obsessive repeat
Monday again. Woo baby. It's a really nice day out today... sort of warm, but not hot at all, and it promises to be in the low 60s again tonight. I can deal with that.
Okay, I feel a rant coming on. Wait for it... waaaaait for it... okay.
The Blair Witch Project. Come on, people. I'm sure it's a great movie and everything, and I've heard really good reviews from friends of mine who've seen it, but I don't get something. I don't get people who take it seriously. Like, people who think it's a true story and refuse to be persuaded otherwise. The Blair Witch Sheep-Minions were clogging up the lines at the AMC 24 the other night, which is where I traditionally take in movies. I couldn't BELIEVE the lines, man. Amazing. I know for a fact they weren't lined up like that for Star Wars. But the AMC had five evening showings, and ALL of them were completely sold out within ten minutes of our getting there. Hell, we just wanted to see South Park again.
Why this movie? Because it's a "true story"? Not. Anyone who's been paying attention knows it's JUST A MOVIE. It's not a documentary. It's not real footage. IT'S NOT A FECKING TRUE STORY, PEOPLE. Don't make me have to repeat myself. The lemmings lined up at the theater are a good indication that Americans, as a whole, are mindless drones that can be led into anything with the proper carrot and stick.
Forgive me. It's Monday, I've been dealing with customers, and I'm feeling cynical.
On a lighter note, Cynthia will be here this weekend. YES!@#! *ahem* Scuse me. I'm a wee bit excited. Can you tell? I haven't seen Cynthia in far too long for my own good -- or hers, so she claims. I think she's just flattering me, though. She's really good at that. She seems to have taken it upon herself to boost my ego at every possible opportunity. Not that you'll see me complaining, mind you. ;) I am very very excited that Cynthia is coming to see me this weekend -- and I'm not just saying that because she reads my web site every day.
Oh... I must tell you all about the moment that made my day. I managed to piss off the local kiss-ass today, but good. He had some cart out in the middle of an aisle that is a very common thoroughfare (it's on the way to the break room, heh), and I "accidentally" bumped it when I was walking through. (No, really. It's these child-bearing hips. Damn them.) He said, "Gee thanks, Joy..." I replied (not bothering to look back over my shoulder), "Move out of the aisle next time." He promptly whinged to my boss, who had the unfortunate task of chastising me. Not that I mind getting a slap on the wrist, but it must be hard to say, "Bad peon! No donut!" when the peon in question (in this case, me) is sitting there trying not to smirk. Because dammit, my day just isn't complete unless I can piss off Kiss-Ass Manager Wanna-be at LEAST once. I'm so proud.
31 tickets in queue, plus mine. Man, SCREW this noise. I'm going home, and I'm not going to think about working until tomorrow.
-- marcie.