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I'm not dead. Really. True, I haven't gone this long without updating this thing since I gave up the Internet for Lent back when I still did the whole Catholic thing, but I haven't died.
And, predictably, a million things have happened since then, which means that you get the quick summations rather than my usual loquacity. I know, I know, don't all celebrate at once.
So let's see. Umm, I finished driving school successfully. My instructors (scheduling concerns dictated that I couldn't have just one guy) said that I'm a very good driver. On my drive test for the license, I only made two errors, both of which were insignificant signal things that I think the examiner docked me for because she didn't think people should get perfect scores. But hey, she was nice, and you can get up to 15 points off and pass, so no skin off my nose. Dad came out with my car on Sunday. I've now driven to and from work, and went out last night for some shopping and X-Men: The Last Stand.
I liked X3, overall. It was good clean fun, and if it got a little operatic toward the end, well, there's nothing wrong with that. Though the body count of main characters was pretty high, there's no real guarantee that any of them will stay dead, if they ever died in the first place. Good old Marvel. Never did have the stones to really kill someone. Also, "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!" will indisputably be enshrined as one of the classic movie lines of all time. (Though the fight between Wolverine and Juggernaut? SUCH a copout. Lame as hell, dude.)
I am, I must say, in a bit of a quandary. I discovered, through Audra, that we could buy tickets to the midnight showing of Cars on Thursday at the El Capitan for only $10. I've never seen a show at the El Cap, and that's a decent price for tickets there. Plus, there's a small but very real possibility that some Pixar people will show up, and considering that I want to be one of them, this is an event that I really shouldn't be passing on. I picked up two tickets and invited Andrew on a paper-thin pretense of having invited someone else who bailed on me. (He has yet to give me a response, saying that he couldn't really think that far ahead. Call it a bit of a blind spot, but I do understand. When you're working 50 and 60 hour weeks, it can be hard to remember what day it is.) This could be an opportunity to figure out if a relationship with him is actually viable, or if I should move on to one of my other potential suitors. (And they do seem to be springing up of late. Dear me.)
The problem? I'm scheduled a Grad Nite on Thursday. My fourth, and I'm once more at the main hip-hop club. Thanks to the Mother's Day Transit Weekend of Doom, if I miss a shift before July 1st, I get my verbal warning. Doesn't sound too bad, right? Except that if I want to be a trainer or a lead, I have to be free of all attendance-related discipline, and points are also a factor in getting cross-trained (which still has not happened, and which is starting to tick me off). I thought Jessica was going to take it for me, but I haven't heard from her, and it's too late to switch shifts.
So now I'm torn. On the one hand, I have a job that I like and want to keep, with a shift that under other circumstances I would have no trouble working. On the other hand, I have a potential date with a guy I've been mooning over for six months, and the chance to do something fun and memorable. The part of my brain that absolutely hates making decisions would like Andrew to decide that he's too burnt out to do anything but go home and sleep that night, so I could just get rid of the tickets for face value and go on my merry way. But that would suck, frankly.
I'm inclined to just go to the movie, take the points and the verbal. My mounting seniority gives me more control over getting a workable schedule, and my car gives me the ability to avoid the points that came due to the whimsies of public transit. I just have to watch my step, give myself plenty of extra time to allow for traffic and such, and wait until next January when the points will start dropping off. And besides, being a lead isn't that important to me. Lead pay got frozen anyway, and I don't intend on staying in the park long past graduation. Besides, I need to remember to live a little. If I'd decided to save my money last year and not go to New York, I would probably have rather more in my savings account, but think of the stories I'd miss out on. Only live once and all that. And I'm sure that things will work out. My luck has certainly held so far.
I must share my latest addiction, discovered only today: Waiter Rant. It's a blog kept by an anonymous career waiter at an upscale New York restaurant. It's beautifully written, incisive, and funny as hell. I'm happily devouring the archives.
I am freezing my ass off. The A/C in Blaisdell is working some major overtime, because it's seriously about 50 degrees down here. I don't like closing my door because it makes me feel like a recluse, but holy crap I'm wrapping myself in blankets and wearing slippers. Surely there are better uses for our $1 billion endowment than the gas bill...
And, predictably, a million things have happened since then, which means that you get the quick summations rather than my usual loquacity. I know, I know, don't all celebrate at once.
So let's see. Umm, I finished driving school successfully. My instructors (scheduling concerns dictated that I couldn't have just one guy) said that I'm a very good driver. On my drive test for the license, I only made two errors, both of which were insignificant signal things that I think the examiner docked me for because she didn't think people should get perfect scores. But hey, she was nice, and you can get up to 15 points off and pass, so no skin off my nose. Dad came out with my car on Sunday. I've now driven to and from work, and went out last night for some shopping and X-Men: The Last Stand.
I liked X3, overall. It was good clean fun, and if it got a little operatic toward the end, well, there's nothing wrong with that. Though the body count of main characters was pretty high, there's no real guarantee that any of them will stay dead, if they ever died in the first place. Good old Marvel. Never did have the stones to really kill someone. Also, "I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!" will indisputably be enshrined as one of the classic movie lines of all time. (Though the fight between Wolverine and Juggernaut? SUCH a copout. Lame as hell, dude.)
I am, I must say, in a bit of a quandary. I discovered, through Audra, that we could buy tickets to the midnight showing of Cars on Thursday at the El Capitan for only $10. I've never seen a show at the El Cap, and that's a decent price for tickets there. Plus, there's a small but very real possibility that some Pixar people will show up, and considering that I want to be one of them, this is an event that I really shouldn't be passing on. I picked up two tickets and invited Andrew on a paper-thin pretense of having invited someone else who bailed on me. (He has yet to give me a response, saying that he couldn't really think that far ahead. Call it a bit of a blind spot, but I do understand. When you're working 50 and 60 hour weeks, it can be hard to remember what day it is.) This could be an opportunity to figure out if a relationship with him is actually viable, or if I should move on to one of my other potential suitors. (And they do seem to be springing up of late. Dear me.)
The problem? I'm scheduled a Grad Nite on Thursday. My fourth, and I'm once more at the main hip-hop club. Thanks to the Mother's Day Transit Weekend of Doom, if I miss a shift before July 1st, I get my verbal warning. Doesn't sound too bad, right? Except that if I want to be a trainer or a lead, I have to be free of all attendance-related discipline, and points are also a factor in getting cross-trained (which still has not happened, and which is starting to tick me off). I thought Jessica was going to take it for me, but I haven't heard from her, and it's too late to switch shifts.
So now I'm torn. On the one hand, I have a job that I like and want to keep, with a shift that under other circumstances I would have no trouble working. On the other hand, I have a potential date with a guy I've been mooning over for six months, and the chance to do something fun and memorable. The part of my brain that absolutely hates making decisions would like Andrew to decide that he's too burnt out to do anything but go home and sleep that night, so I could just get rid of the tickets for face value and go on my merry way. But that would suck, frankly.
I'm inclined to just go to the movie, take the points and the verbal. My mounting seniority gives me more control over getting a workable schedule, and my car gives me the ability to avoid the points that came due to the whimsies of public transit. I just have to watch my step, give myself plenty of extra time to allow for traffic and such, and wait until next January when the points will start dropping off. And besides, being a lead isn't that important to me. Lead pay got frozen anyway, and I don't intend on staying in the park long past graduation. Besides, I need to remember to live a little. If I'd decided to save my money last year and not go to New York, I would probably have rather more in my savings account, but think of the stories I'd miss out on. Only live once and all that. And I'm sure that things will work out. My luck has certainly held so far.
I must share my latest addiction, discovered only today: Waiter Rant. It's a blog kept by an anonymous career waiter at an upscale New York restaurant. It's beautifully written, incisive, and funny as hell. I'm happily devouring the archives.
I am freezing my ass off. The A/C in Blaisdell is working some major overtime, because it's seriously about 50 degrees down here. I don't like closing my door because it makes me feel like a recluse, but holy crap I'm wrapping myself in blankets and wearing slippers. Surely there are better uses for our $1 billion endowment than the gas bill...