Bored is an understatement at this point. This is the slowest, most excruciating afternoon I have ever encountered, and I have encountered quite a few in a hospital bed, and that is no walk in the park.
So, I saw Batman Begins. Joel has a review of it, and I agree with him. I was very satified with the movie. More than I was over Star Wars Episode III: The Revenge of George Lucas Draining All the Nerds of Their Mother's Money.
If you live near Gulfport, MS than you should go and eat at Confusion. That place is excellent, and that's not the wine talking, although that was good, too. Leave it to Josh to get me drunk.
We finally had some much deserved rain early this morning. So much that it woke me up. I am sure the thunder and lightening didn't help, either.
I love watching people at the copy machine. They stare at it willing it to talk to them. I never found them that difficult to operate. You put the original copy in, push the button and the copy comes out.
Interesting story about my Alma Mater. I got a notice in the mail that I had a deliquent account with the business office, and in order for me to receive my diploma I had to call them and clear my account. Well, my account was deliquent for $.20. Twenty cents. Yeah, well, they cleared it and hopefully my diploma will be here in the next week or so.
Try and hold my diploma for twenty fucking cents. It cost them more to send me a letter in the mail than my "deliquent account" was worth. They lost at least $.17. Not to mention the person they had to pay to type the letter, the paper the letter was written on, and the envelope. USM is teh retarded.
Ah, the struggle of my brain.
The Hard Rock is opening a casino here on the Coast in the fall and they had a job fair this week. Being someone who is seeking a better job than the part time one I currently have, I went and checked it out. I went on the second day. The first day over 2,000 people showed up for the 1,500 jobs the casino has to offer. I walk in the Convention Center and Lenny Kravitz music nearly knocked me over. Hard Rock wanted to give an air of “rockin” I guess. I go towards the front table that directs everyone to where they need to go. They yell at me over “Are You Goin’ My Way” to take the application and go in the next room to fill it out. After filling out the application there are booths set up against the wall and you turn your application in to the desired booth: Food Service, Maintenance, Dealers, IT, Marketing…you get the idea. The Lenny Kravitz song ended and I was expecting a new song to come on, it did, but it was a Lenny Kravitz song again. The whole hour I was there Lenny Fucking Kravitz was played. Someone came over the intercom at one point and asked if the music could please be changed, but to no avail. Lenny Kravitz was there to stay.
I went and sat down and filled out my application. I looked around the enormous room that I had been in many times when it was decorated for prom or filled with ponytails and black shirts of Coast Con. I saw a variety of people, people my age trying to get a job while finishing college, husbands and wives looking to work at the same place, and people currently working at another casino but are looking to advance. I walked down the line of booths to see which one would suit me best. I finally came upon the Marketing booth. Marketing is my last and most desperate choice. I do not like marketing and what it has done to people. I am not saying I am not a victim of it, because I am, I have a slight advantage though. I look at an ad or a commercial and I don’t see people enjoying a product, I see actors mostly degrading themselves for $800 and a SAG card. But as this was the only booth where I might get something and it would be my own fault if I didn’t at least give it a try, and I have no leads at the moment for anything better, I handed the girl in jeans and a black and white Hard Rock shirt my application. She took it, put it in a pile and said they would call me shortly and to just have a seat again. At this point I wished I had brought a book or the PSP. Luckily I didn’t wait too long. They called my name and I went into a smaller room with about twenty other people. We sat in chairs that were lining the walls and waited for our turn to be interviewed. At the front of the room were two tables. Two women were seated on each side of a man at the two tables. It reminded me of American Idol, or what little I have seen of it. We were all here to audition for jobs. I was looking at the people and I was trying to guess their names. Going from the left table to the right I came up with Barbara, Steve, Jodie, Margie, Greg, and Betty. I ended up going to Greg to talk and he introduced himself as…Greg. I almost started laughing when he said that. I thought that there was no way I was correct. Greg then asks me the most broad ended questions there could ever be in an interview. “What is your favorite music? What do you think good service is?” It went on like this for a couple of minutes. Then he said they would call people back in July and August and he would make sure my application got to the right people. Blah blah blah.
I don’t think I will be going to work for a casino, but it was an interesting experience. I felt kind of dirty afterward. I know that the people doing the interviews are not as outgoing when that stupid Hard Rock shirt comes off. I also know the people being interviewed are coming up with a different persona so they can look good and get a job. We were all lying to each other and ourselves. Isn’t capitalism grand?
So The X-Files has a new “set” out of the “mythology” episodes. I don’t think this is a good idea. I will just own all the seasons and if I ever get the urge to watch all the mythology episodes I will just have to hunt and pick. The stand-alone shows were the best in my opinion. There could be intricate plots in the mythology episodes that were brilliant, but most of the time they got lost in each other and I lost focus. I started liking the characters at that point and enjoyed seeing how they reacted to each other and the circumstances they found each other in. But, there would have to be an ass-load of extra stuff that I have never seen before in order for me to buy that marketing ploy. And I am an x-phile, I love me some X-Files, but buy this set? I will not. There are two volumes that I have seen. Each one runs about 700 minutes and has three seasons worth of mythology in each set, so a third one will be coming out in November, probably. The second one is available in August. My whole point is for you to not buy this and to force Chris Carter and his crew to move on and make something else cool. The X-Files ended 3 years ago. Darin Morgan was an awesome writer from that group and he fell off the face of the earth. I would love to see a Darin Morgan movie or show. It would be intelligent and funny. What a concept.
I am in charge of the poetry readings at Da Beach House. I learned this yesterday when Diane told me. (Well, me and another woman, but when the fall gets here it is all me cause she has class.) Diane is also going to help me get into journals. She is on the board of the pushcart prize so she knows what she is doing. She is awesome. Her name will be on my acknowledgments page, right under Kristyn’s, because Kristyn is a wretched-orange wench, and she knows it.
Diane said if she could go back and do anything while in her undergraduate year, she would have thrown an exam in an instructor's face like I did to Dr. Ass. She found it highly amusing because she doesn’t like him either. “He’s too weird.”
Another good instructor left the school. Dr. Smith, who was trying to get a Sigma Tao Delta (yes, the English honor society is STD. Hehehe) chapter down here and trying to get support for writing workshops and conferences to be held on the Gulf Park Campus, got a job at the University of Georgia in Athens. So it is Ass, Harris, and Watson that are there now. There is another one, but she teaches the licensure classes for those education majors, so she doesn’t count. Ha.
Oh, how come no one told me about the Google Print search? That shit is awesome. Search full texts of books? Why, yes I will, thank you.
Print.google.com
Go there, and not leave your computer ever again.
Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria!
If I could actually give a shit about anything right now, perhaps I would be:
1. writing more
or
2. violently hunting for a job.
I am job hunting, but there isn't much around that I can do or that I want to do.
What else can I do but look online at a few job banks and in the classified section of the newspaper? This isn't the type of employment search when you walk around to various businesses and ask "Are you hiring?" This is passed summer hiring stuff, this is the real world, and currently it hates me. So I've got that going for me.
Things I have going on that are positive:
starting a online literary 'zine for USM
starting a literary 'zine of my own
reviewing for documentary films website
my husband
my cats
some of my friends
The first three things have not left the ground yet. I hope to get a review up in the next week or so and I will let all two people who read this thing know. The literary zine for USM is in the process of getting put together. It is a slow painful process, but is moving along. As for mine, well I have to get it designed first and that is up to my husband.
I just had to explain the numerical order of Star Wars to a Patron. They were utterly confused. How hard is it? The order goes 4,5,6,1,2,3. It didn't make much sense to them. Why make the last three and then twenty-five years later make the first three?
Why is George Lucas so rich?
Exactly.
Oh, the word of the day is petrichor.
I learned it and you should, too.