I'm so incredibly sore. My entire body is malfunctioning. My mother and I pulled up the old kitchen floor and laid down a new one yesterday and the day before, and I'm sore in places I didn't know had muscles. And then when I thought I could relax on sunday afternoon, I got called up and it turns out I had a 7 hour shift no one decided to tell me about. SURPRISE, you have work today! Blahhhhh. So now I feel really stupid, even though it's not my fault. Jon (my manager) told me they wouldn't have me working on my first weekend, but apparently... he was wrong? Dunno. But I got home yesterday at around 10:30 and thought... huh... I wonder if they put me on the schedule for tomorrow too, and didn't tell me. So I called them up, and they were still shelving things, and it turns out I have a 7 hour shift today too. :D Actually, I don't mind at all it's huge amounts of fun working there, even if I get completely pooped by standing up and running about the store helping people find "That movie, you know, with that guy in it... and it was from that book..." Haha, which reminds me. I haven't posted in here about my job. I've written numerous e-mails about it, so I'll snarf stuff from there. Current Mood:
After my first day of work:
I'm soooo tired. First day of work today, it was awesome! But I'm completely beat. Learned how to use their computer system (completely backwards system, no mouse, so you're constantly going.. ahhhh what is it that I push... F3? Alt-F3? Shift-F3? Tab? HEEEELP. And you have to push a million things to actually let someone checkout a video, it's insane. And I got to shelve videos... long and tedious, especially in a foreign film section where everything is out of order. And of course, I'm taking the french and spanish films and alphabetizing it based on dropping the la, le, el, etc, like you're meant to. But apparently other poeple don't do that, so they're all over the place. And they have more cult and foreign films than they have new releases, hundreds upon hundred of them, and there isn't enough shelf space. It's crazy. And the mount of porn guys check out! Holy shit! They have to get little paper tabs from the 'adult room' then bring them to us, and we have to look at the number, than find the dvd/vhs with that number from among hundreds on the back wall. And there's guys who check out like... two. Then there's ones like the elderly, very respectable gentleman, who checked out eight. It was like... ahh. And you have to open the box to scan the bar code, and it's always pictures of people fucking and I want to crack up so many times. But I don't. And I saw the weirdest covers to porn movies. Well, first one of them was just sitting on our counter with a guy masturbating, and his penis was freaking huge, and one of the guys working was like... WHY do we have to look at this, I don't want this in my face anymore! And threw it under the counter. He's cool, his name is Dave and he's a year or two older than me and went to Burke. And there's Nick who's tall and funny and showed me all the crazy porn titles when I found some weird one about vampiric manniquins. Titles like Weapons of Ass Destruction, Cock and Bull Stories, She Males Return to Italy, etc. And me and the three other guys there (I didn't inlude Jake, who has a bass clef baseball hat and reminds me of Matt) planned to rob the pharmacy next door by hiding behind the cardboard cuttouts of Humphrey Bogart, Marilyn Monroe, and the creature from the black lagoon, and by flinging the blue plastic locks you put on DVD's and games at them, whilst demanding for bags full of money. Twas awesome. And we watched Seinfeld and Aqua Teen Hungerforce the entire time, and listened to the Flaming Lips when lots of customers started coming in and we decided strange talking cups and floating french fries weren't good advertising. And oh! I suppose you may be familiar with supreme court nominee John Roberts... and perhaps that people have been trying to use things against him to no real avail. Guess who has a 146 dollar LATE FEE!?!?! YES, you guessed it. The John Roberts. Heehee.
So yes, it's awesome. And we get the weirdest and coolest people as costumers. I love people who tell you exactly how they feel when you ask them how they are, which is why I love getting "One notch short of spectacular" and "Well, if you really want to know I'm a bit tired, but other than that I think I'm okay". Or people who help me when I can't get the freaking DVD lock off the box. However I don't like people who deny that they have late fees, or take ages trying to get me to give them the name of a movie. So theres this movie (that's how it always begins), and there's this guy in it, and he's famous, but I can't remember his name right now. I think it's a french movie, and there's two brothers, and one of them dies. Do you know the name? And I'm just like... Uh... go... look in the french section, I can't help you. Or people who can't accept that all the copies of a movie are rented out. Like the one guy who refused to leave me alone until I searched through the inbox of hundreds of movies to find him a cassete of Sahara. I did find it after like 2 seconds, so I didn't mind terribly. It is great when someone asks you about a completely random movie and you know about it. Like someone comes in with "So there's this movie, and it's from a book by Oscar Wilde, and it's about this guy... who... well, It's called something like The Life of..." So I stare at her for a minute and go "A Picture of Dorian Gray"? And she's like YES! And runs away. Or the woman who comes in a goes, "That sequel to the one with, with.. god what's his name.... and it's in paris I think and it's called like... After the Sunrise" and I can immediately blurt out Before the Sunset, Ethan Hawke, over there in new release VHS and DVD on the far right wall under Assault on Precinct 13, thank you very much.
It's also fun getting customers like James Joyce and Alan Greenspan. Not the real ones obviously. They're dead and not interested in independent movie stores respectively. Though apparently John Roberts is...
The gas station next to our house is out of gas. :/
This is pissing me off. I don't mean the part about not having gas, I don't give a rat's ass about that, I mean the part about the thin veneer of normalcy being stripped away to reveal that the US is in many ways still developing, that all we seem to care about in this time of crisis is jumping through beaurocratic loops and pointing fingers. It's like the government, from the feds to the state and county don't seem to realize that the time for laying blame is after we have fixed the problem. It's completely pointless to be disussing whose fault it is that we responded slowly when we're still responding slowly and risking lives. I'm completely pissed. At the governer of Louisiana and her senators, at the mayor of New Orleans, at Bush, at Homeland Security... We're such a divided country and when it comes time for us to join and fight something, it seems like we're incapable of working together if there isn't someone to lay the brunt of the blame on. It wasn't Al-Qaeda this time, or Osama Bin Laden, or Saddam Hussein. It was the entire government completely botching the job of saving the lives of American's. And now that the rest of the world is finally seeing us in a new light, we're botching that to. All of our excuses for our failure to respond to the hurricane reflect badly on us. That we've so many troops abroad that our preparedness in our home country is negligable. That Homeland Security has sucked up so much of the funding and so little of the expertise that the organizations that can do good either can't because of funding, or can't because they're some minor part of HS. That both the President and the Vice-president were on vacation during the Hurricane, as were top aides and speakers, and that they didn't rearrange their schedules and went about talking about social security instead of acting while New Orleans filled up. It's just... no. Use common sense. And then, after all we've done to Cuba, Castro is volunteering to send doctors to us. And what do we do? We don't even respond. Sometimes I just want to slap people. Many people.
Somebody to Love - Jefferson Airplane