Going to see "Taken" tonight. Doesn't his monologue alone mak you want to see that? "I don't ave money but what I do have are a very particular set of skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you don't bring my daughter back, I will hunt you down. I will find you, and I will kill you." Come on, as if Liam Neeson isn't scary enough. Remember his haunting Ra's Al Ghoul? I just wanna see him get a guy in the kneecaps with a pair of screws, I mean, does it get more awesome than that?
Everything I Haven't Seen & Am Consequently Pissed About:
Changeling
Gran Torino
Milk
My Bloody Valentine
Doubt
Nobel Son
What Doesn't Kill You
Seven Pounds
The Spirit
Valkyrie
Things I Want To See
Friday the 13th (Yeah, I just gotta know if they kill this fucker once and for all.)
The Univited
He's Just Not That Into You
The International (This guy just doesn't like simple drama, huh?)
Fired Up (On occasion, when they are helplessly stupid I get caught up in these teen flicks. The last one Ienjoyed was Stick It, and waaaaaaay before that, the one I think that started it all, Bring It On (member how young Gabrielle Union was back then??))
Duplicity (Look out for it, it's gonna be a banger)
I Love You, Man
***Last House on the Left*** I have to get the original before this comes out because it's supposed to be the one horror movie that actually scared my mother (And let's keep in mind here she grew up in the sixties and seventies, when Wes "The Remake King" Craven started to get really popular. So if it did a number on her, I, who follow in her fearless footsteps, must to subject myself to director Dennis Illiadis' latest effort.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
1, 2, Sound Off, 3, 4
Does anybody else have that one person at their job who is insanely good at their job but at the same time finds a way to be an insane pain in the ass? Yes, I'm sure we've all been there: that account executive who acts like he's God's gift to marketing, the receptionist who never tranfers your calls but everyone else seems to get every single one, or even the boss who knows you're a year and a half overdue on your raise but he's gonna make you keep driving around in that Ford Pinto anyway. Wherever we go, we meet a douchebag, and of course, now that I'm working, I have to suffer my share as well.
Have you guys ever dealt with the paging system? "Paging Dr. Ross, paging Dr. Ross." Yeah, I've got one of those insufferable fuckers here too. It's gotten so pissy annoying that I've been left with no choice but to stick my buds in my ears and turn my music just high enough to drown them out. (Pink- Most Girls)
Which means that the receptionist must page me again. And again. And again, until someone looks over my computer and realizes that I'm not even in the same galaxy. I thought our receptionist was cool up until I had to start covering her. I work upstairs in the administrative department, basically performing essential record keeping functions for the company. But my dual responsibilty is to cover the front desk on our RC's break. Fine, whatever.
It didn't become a problem until homegirl started taking "nigga breaks," (See Kings of Comedy) and cutting into my time. You see, I take my break when she returns from her own. But there are still two full hours left in the day at that point. (If you're advanced, you'll see where I'm going with this, if not, keep reading)
The Battle Royale began when I noticed that she was calling me at least twice a day to cover her for a "quick bathroom break" or "to warm up my coffee/food." Now I don't undestand how you could possibly still have food/coffe at 12 when your break is at one, but whatever. I bit the bullet and went on downstairs.
As you all know, I get annoyed quickly. I would get down there and oftentimes, a quick bathroom break would be combined with reheating foodstuffs, which would then lead to me answering phones for like fifteen minutes. When I first got there and there wasn't shit for me to do, this was acceptable. Now that I have a crapload on an almost daily basis, it's not so okay anymore.
So I started sending her calls straight to voicemail. I would let them accumulate, then check and erase my messages at the end of the day. That didn't stop anything, as the calls continued. I resorted to putting my phone on DND and that seemed to staunch the flow for a little bit. Ha. How wrong was I?
When she realized that I was no longer answering my phone, she began to call my supervisor, who would confirm that I was indeed at my desk, WORKING, but I would be down to cover for he rin a few minutes. That's shortly after I started putting in my headphones (Aaliyah & DMX- Back In One Piece) to drown her out.
I started to get extremely pissed after her first offense, which was strolling in here an entire half hour after her (extended!!) break had been completed. She had gone for a cosmetic consultation and hadn't even seen the doctor until she had ten minutes left on her break. So basically, I was covering her for 2 hours, and was late to lunch and had to spend the rest of the afternoon playing catch-up. The second offense came about two weeks later, aka, Tuesday.
I had actually bothered to answer the page this time, but only because I had just returned from the restroom myself and couldn't pretend I hadn't heard her. She asks me to cover her for another "quick bathroom break." (Keep in mind what I said earlier, and her break begins at 1pm.)
This call came at 12:20, and I made sure it took me a full five minutes to get down there so I could cool off before entering the reception area. (You've been holding it all fucking day, you mean to tell me another thirty minutes until your break is gonna kill you??) My issue is this: Why did you return from your "QBB" a full twenty-five minutes later? Basically, you just wasted a half-hour of my time. Which is totally unfair because you're now wasting my time. You can't come upstairs and cover me when I want a break!
Besides the minor smaller infractions of continuously returning from her break 5-10 minutes late, I have given up all hope of actually having a civil working relationship with the broad. I've decided to keep it curt and to the point from now on, because folks take advantage of you when you're kind. I figured, okay, yeah, give her a break, she's been here since eight. Then I found out that she receives an additional 30 minute break of her choosing because she works longer hours. Yeah, fuck that.
Have you guys ever dealt with the paging system? "Paging Dr. Ross, paging Dr. Ross." Yeah, I've got one of those insufferable fuckers here too. It's gotten so pissy annoying that I've been left with no choice but to stick my buds in my ears and turn my music just high enough to drown them out. (Pink- Most Girls)
Which means that the receptionist must page me again. And again. And again, until someone looks over my computer and realizes that I'm not even in the same galaxy. I thought our receptionist was cool up until I had to start covering her. I work upstairs in the administrative department, basically performing essential record keeping functions for the company. But my dual responsibilty is to cover the front desk on our RC's break. Fine, whatever.
It didn't become a problem until homegirl started taking "nigga breaks," (See Kings of Comedy) and cutting into my time. You see, I take my break when she returns from her own. But there are still two full hours left in the day at that point. (If you're advanced, you'll see where I'm going with this, if not, keep reading)
The Battle Royale began when I noticed that she was calling me at least twice a day to cover her for a "quick bathroom break" or "to warm up my coffee/food." Now I don't undestand how you could possibly still have food/coffe at 12 when your break is at one, but whatever. I bit the bullet and went on downstairs.
As you all know, I get annoyed quickly. I would get down there and oftentimes, a quick bathroom break would be combined with reheating foodstuffs, which would then lead to me answering phones for like fifteen minutes. When I first got there and there wasn't shit for me to do, this was acceptable. Now that I have a crapload on an almost daily basis, it's not so okay anymore.
So I started sending her calls straight to voicemail. I would let them accumulate, then check and erase my messages at the end of the day. That didn't stop anything, as the calls continued. I resorted to putting my phone on DND and that seemed to staunch the flow for a little bit. Ha. How wrong was I?
When she realized that I was no longer answering my phone, she began to call my supervisor, who would confirm that I was indeed at my desk, WORKING, but I would be down to cover for he rin a few minutes. That's shortly after I started putting in my headphones (Aaliyah & DMX- Back In One Piece) to drown her out.
I started to get extremely pissed after her first offense, which was strolling in here an entire half hour after her (extended!!) break had been completed. She had gone for a cosmetic consultation and hadn't even seen the doctor until she had ten minutes left on her break. So basically, I was covering her for 2 hours, and was late to lunch and had to spend the rest of the afternoon playing catch-up. The second offense came about two weeks later, aka, Tuesday.
I had actually bothered to answer the page this time, but only because I had just returned from the restroom myself and couldn't pretend I hadn't heard her. She asks me to cover her for another "quick bathroom break." (Keep in mind what I said earlier, and her break begins at 1pm.)
This call came at 12:20, and I made sure it took me a full five minutes to get down there so I could cool off before entering the reception area. (You've been holding it all fucking day, you mean to tell me another thirty minutes until your break is gonna kill you??) My issue is this: Why did you return from your "QBB" a full twenty-five minutes later? Basically, you just wasted a half-hour of my time. Which is totally unfair because you're now wasting my time. You can't come upstairs and cover me when I want a break!
Besides the minor smaller infractions of continuously returning from her break 5-10 minutes late, I have given up all hope of actually having a civil working relationship with the broad. I've decided to keep it curt and to the point from now on, because folks take advantage of you when you're kind. I figured, okay, yeah, give her a break, she's been here since eight. Then I found out that she receives an additional 30 minute break of her choosing because she works longer hours. Yeah, fuck that.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
We'll Never Fade Away
So I'm going to the check cashing place to drop off our companies checks for the week. I've got my headphones on, I'm totally in the zone. AM Conspiracy, 3 Doors Down, 30 Seconds to Mars, and AFI are swirling through my ears. I'm singing as though I have no headphones on just for the simple fact that I'm so fucking glad to be out of the building. I get to the place and drop off the checks, turning and walking back out to the tune of AFI's "Miss Murder." (Love that song!)
*DINGBAT MOMENT OF THE YEAR AWARD* GOES TO:
The white lady ahead of me (whom I was paying no mind whatsoever) who suddenly starts to speed up and after her hundred meter dash to the street corner, turns and flips me the bird. I frown at her mainly because I have no idea WTF her problem is. Then I laugh aloud, literally, I had to stop and catch my breath, when I realize she must've thought the lyrics I was signing were directed at her.
Miss Murder, chorus:
Hey Miss Murder can I
Hey Miss Murder can I
Make beauty stay if I
Take my life, oh oh oh
How could she have possibly fucked that up???
I already told you guys I was going through somewhat of a punk-alternative-pop rock phase, with the sounds of Fall Out Boy and Paramore in my headphones on a daily basis.
(Sidebar: So it's official; Weezy F. Baby drops Rebirth, his first rock album, yeah you heard me, on April 7th. Has anyone heard Prom Queen yet??? Thoughts please?)
The top ten songs I've got rotation right now:
1. Paramore- Misery Business
2. Fall Out Boy- I Don't Care
3. 30 Seconds To Mars- Insert anything from both albums here.
4. Creed- Never Die
5. Nirvana- Smells Like Teen Spirit
6. AM Conspiracy- Right On Time
7. Nonpoint- In The Air Tonight (as you may recall, the only thing that saved the travesty that was the Miami Vice remake.)
8. Coldplay- Viva La Vida (and I still listen to and love "Clocks")
9. Rise Against- Survive
10. 3 Doors Down- Kryptonite
**Bonus Song: Three Days Grace- Riot**
*Honorable Mention: Chevelle- Well Enough Alone*
You'll probably remember a couple of those songs from the 90's; if any of my latest readers are Smackdown vs Raw officionados, then they too will recognize some of these tunes. I've always had an inner white girl; I can remember back when Foo Fighters "Learn To Fly" was released, and when Third Eye Blind's "Jumper" was my favorite song on the Z100 rotation. Gosh, come to think of it, what happened to everybody from the old days???
Sugar Ray
Vertical Horizon
Eagle-Eye Cherry
Sixpence None the Richer
Smashing Pumpkins
Soundgarden
Ninedays!!! This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world...
Verve Pipe (they are still alive, right??) "The Freshman" is still my favorite song by them to this day.
Citizen King? Everlast? Savage Garden?
Is any of that shit ringing a bell? I said all that to say that I'm not one of those fickle people, who joins a genre because of one catchy tune. I've liked rock for a long time without actually knowing it. The Who, Aerosmith, Rolling Stones, Led Zepplin, Jimi Hendrix and Santana all make frequent appearences on my mp3 player. Just can't get enough of those oldies but goodies, especially since the trash they're consistently pumping out these days leaves soooooo much to be desired.
Time to punch out.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sleep Depraived Rantings...
So as you folks may (or may not, depending on whether you got the group text from my phone) know, I've been working for about two moonths now. It's a temp agency in the grease-trap of New York: Time Square. Times Square sucks. It's the absolute shittiest part of New York to be in and that's saying something. Of course, the tourists love it here, but when you left a filthy city with teeming masses in the streets at all hours of the day and night, you'd be right at home here.
The up-side is the short commute. The train station is right on my block, and then right around the corner from my job. So I don't have to worry about those five degree, "Oh-my-God-where-the-hell-is-this-bus?" days. The down-side to the up-sde is that the commute, although brief, has the potential to ruin any good day.
Today was entirely too good a day to be ruined. I was late thanks to the Boyfriend, which wasnt entirely a bad thing due to the smile he sent to work with. I caught myself falling asleep at the desk, which set off a chain of events afterwards; going to the bathroom, getting a cold drink from the cooler, etc. i could only imagine if I had crashed forehead first into the keyboard.
(Update: Pleasure Principle is almost complete. I am very proud of it, and I hope you wil enjoy it as well. When I am approved to divulge the juicy details, I will do so. Also, look out for the tour. Seriously. I'm really doing it this time.)
I will or will not be continuing this post after lunch depneding on how the mood strikes me. I have to cover the receptionists lunch break, so its and hour (and however else long its gonna take her to get back) of "Thanks for calling Essex, please hold."
Hold my hair while I puke.
The up-side is the short commute. The train station is right on my block, and then right around the corner from my job. So I don't have to worry about those five degree, "Oh-my-God-where-the-hell-is-this-bus?" days. The down-side to the up-sde is that the commute, although brief, has the potential to ruin any good day.
Today was entirely too good a day to be ruined. I was late thanks to the Boyfriend, which wasnt entirely a bad thing due to the smile he sent to work with. I caught myself falling asleep at the desk, which set off a chain of events afterwards; going to the bathroom, getting a cold drink from the cooler, etc. i could only imagine if I had crashed forehead first into the keyboard.
(Update: Pleasure Principle is almost complete. I am very proud of it, and I hope you wil enjoy it as well. When I am approved to divulge the juicy details, I will do so. Also, look out for the tour. Seriously. I'm really doing it this time.)
I will or will not be continuing this post after lunch depneding on how the mood strikes me. I have to cover the receptionists lunch break, so its and hour (and however else long its gonna take her to get back) of "Thanks for calling Essex, please hold."
Hold my hair while I puke.
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