Filler
Working at the casino as a slot attendant is pretty cool. Oh no, wait. I lied it's terrible 8D
Okay before I go on to a massive negative cluster of hate, I'll just quickly go through what I do and what's actually good about it. I'm a slot attendant and for those who are logically inept, that means I take care of the slot machines at the casino. That means that if a machine is out of coins, or if someone wants to take out more $50 out of a machine, I kick in to either refill or take out the money. So yes my job is incredibly mundane and could easily be replaced by a machine. In other words, a drone job. Very varying, interesting and most of all intellectually stimulating. Alright the good parts first. You can joke around with some of the colleagues and guests. Yeah. That's it. THAT'S IT.
Oh thank you God I got that out. Now then. First of all we have the colleagues that I can't get a long with. Mostly these are people who have either room temperature IQ or who are people of principles until they die. I believe there to be a link between the two. For example, I was talking to one of my colleagues about my back hurting:
"Shit my back hurts"
"Want some of my pain medication?"
"NEIN WEEMAN! I DON'T WANT NONE OF YOUR DRUGS!"
"FINE! Kill your back, see if I care!"
".......... FINE! Give me the medicine!"
And then this other colleague walks up to us.
"Hey what are you doing?"
"OH, we're just. You know. Dealing drugs to each other"
"WHAT??"
"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Want some? Special price for you"
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT! IF THEY FIND OUT THEY'RE GONNA FIRE YOU SO FAST YOU WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT YOU!"
"... yes. Well anyway, we do it subtly, like. We have this system. She has it in her hand, and then, she gives it to me. In front of the camera"
"WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE DRUGS DURING WORKING HOURS!!"
"......"
Yes. Um. That'd be the room-temperature IQ. The other scenario was when I did something "Not according to procedure", but I had control over the entire situation so in the end, it didn't MATTER. And you can't say "Well if it had been in another situation it wouldn't have worked" but here's the newsflash, it was a SPECIFIC situation. And I handled it in the most efficient way possible, a word you deontologics wouldn't understand even if it hit you in the face. Anyway, deontology plays a big part in the blue-collar working world which is one of the, oh believe me, many, many, MANY reasons I never want to be a part of it. And yes, deontologics is in fact just a subcategory to room-temperature IQ.
What else sucks is that I can't get out of work, even when I'm sick. And I'm just working extra for christ's sake (Okay I initially wrote christ with a capital letter, but it's like god, I have to stop writing them with capital letters since people may suspect I'm religious which falls under deontologics which, just to make sure you got it, falls under room-temperature IQ). Where was I. Oh yeah. I'm working extra. And I had the fucking flu. And I called in saying "sorry, can't work today. I have, THE FLU". But even then they were like "Whaaat... no... come on... it can't be that bad... we're short of people... come on...". However, the flu said "SORRY. NO". But then another one of my bosses (I have like, 23), called me and did the same thing. The pleading thing. "Hey. Come one. Maybe you'll feel better when you're here? It might just be the sneezles". So I came anyway. Feeling like shit. And just I had thought, my health just kept deteriorating. I said I really needed to go home, and the answer I got was "Take an aspirin. Makes you feel better". Yes. An aspirin. It's this miraculous omni-medicine that cures the FLU. In fact, it also cure AIDS and CANCER. They just haven't tested it yet because they haven't got the tip from my highschool dropout boss, PhD in dealing cards.
As if this wasn't enough, I also got the comment "But hey, you don't LOOK that ill" "What?" "Yeah usually if you're ill, you don't have those kind of... happy eyes you got!". AMAZING. Attention world! We have no need for doctors who diagnose anymore! If their eyes are not happy, they are sick and need to take an aspirin. CASE DISMISSED. We have saved the world! It's not possible for people express sickness individually. Of course, there are some things you CAN'T express individually like if someone stabs your hand with a knife, you're going to bleed. It's not like there's some people who bleed flubbers out of their arm. But in the case of how much fortitude you show while you're sick, now that's what I think is individual. You know some of those people who, as soon as they get slightly weary they just become this potato sack and crave the attention of others? Yeaaah I hate those people, because it's one of those who constantly needs everyone. Which makes them dependent. Anyway. At that point I just felt "If I work here any longer, I'm going to have to go to a hospital and stay there for two weeks". And I know, because I've over-exerted myself before when I've thought "Oh, I can probably handled it" and FWOMP I'm in stuck in a bed. I actually went to the bathroom and tried scrubbing soap in my eyes, but I instinctively closed them so that it became impossible. But in the end I was allowed to go home after a mere... 6-and-a-half hours of work. And I am grateful... but... it's like when someone's been stabbing you with a knife and they stop and you go "Oh, thank you! Bless your heart!".
What's worse is that there's rule that goes "The longer you've worked here, the more rules you can break". For example, I know that the casino USED to have a rule that said that guys can't have any jewellery but as that posed a discrimination, it was changed so that both guys and girl can one piece of jewellery at the bottom of each ear if they want to. But one of my bosses is very persistent with that guys can't wear ANY earrings at all. See, I wear earrings. I have FIVE. Two in my upper left and three in my bottom left (totally NOT Zoro inspired 8D). So I just kept ONE in the bottom my right ear. It's even not that visible due to my long hair. But, one of, my boss was like
"Hey. Take off the earring"
"Eh? I heard guys can have on earring"
"No you can't"
"Alright... but isn't this some kind of discrimination?"
"My. What attitude problems you have!"
................ okay let me quickly fill you in on something about the casino. It's owned by the government because apparentley, gambling is only okay if THEY're the one raking in the money. Anyway, so this is how it looks like. The Government seems to take liking to going against their own laws, within a facility that belongs to them. EXCELLENT WORK GUVENNA'! That's not hypocritical at all! Not only do we outlaw gambling and do it ourselves, we also have laws that everyone has to follow but us! WE'RE THE GOVERNMENT WE CAN DO ANY MOTHER FUCKING THING WE WANT!!. Oh, and if you actually point this OUT... then you're a troublemaker. ZIG HEIST, IST MUTANY! SEIF OUR ARIAN BLAD, KEEL HIM!
One of the most annoying things is of course that a lot of old staff is quitting and there are tons of new ones. So although being extra, I'm being called in quite a lot since I have a little more experience. Called in more than I should, I get the feeling of. Like, first they send an SMS to everyone working extra. Then they call my cellophone. At first I refused to answer since I have a fixed schedule anyway and I really don't want to work anything beyond that, but then they kept calling me at my homenumber and I was like "FUCK!". Sometimes they get really desperate, like one day I said I couldn't come because I had a driving lesson at four and the shift started at 15:45 PM. "OH.... how about you come after... when will you be done?" "Uh... I'll end at about... 17:30-18:00-ish... and it'll take another half-an-hour to come in so about 18:30..." and they were like "Great! Want to come?" "I'll... be... 3 hours late..." "Yeah that's okay!". Yeah. No. They just recruited like 8x the people who quit, WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?
I actually feel hassled by the calls. It's a constant pushing, sometimes for when you just wanted a break from work. Sometimes you know that you can't work that many nights a row because your back can't handle it. Sometimes you have something else planned. Sometimes you just think "Hey this job sucks monkeyballs and I don't feel like doing it". But it's the really persistent "come on come on". Yeah come on, they got me to go to work when I had the god damn FLU. Doesn't that tell you something?
Sometimes I do feel like the ultimate DOORMAT. Which is perhaps why they hired me. Hey did you know that I initially applied as a dealer but then they just made me slot attendant without even asking me? They just said "Hey you start Monday, 10 AM". Nothing about "We don't think you're fit to be a dealer, but there's an opening at the...". Just tossed me there. Yeah thanks. And whenever they call me in, unless I have a good reason, I always get hurled in to work. It's usually when they use guilt arguments that work on me. I heard from one of my colleagues that they used the authorative argument, as in "You work too little, and we expect you to accept more when we call you or you're fired". See that would've worked less on me because all through my life, I've hate all kinds of unjustified authorities. Teachers have often been the target of this rage, but also bossy people and of course, bosses. So in those cases I sometimes rather choose my pride over what's actually best for me.
Speaking of doormats, the casino isn't the only time when I'm a doormat. For example, my friend came back from Stockholm over the holidays and he invited a couple of us to his house. The things was that I was working that day and the day after that, so I was planning to at least pay him a visit but then go home to sleep in my own bed. Now I know it doesn't like that much of a deal, but this was my plan. But then I was convinced into staying over the night and etcetera. I still hadn't changed my mobile clock so when I woke up I thought I was actually late, although I was incredibly early but in either case, the case was clear that I could've been late because I was a doormat. Ironically, I would been late being a doormat because I was to preoccupied being a doormat. Nice. I see no pshychological problems here!
I actually realize that I hate when things fall out of order. I used to like to think that I was compulsive, doing things randomly. However now I realize I actually get a necessity of order from my father and whenever something unexpected comes along within that plan I lose my mood. I wouldn't really say angry, but it's the closest thing I could describe the feeling as. The difference is that I'm not angry at someone or something, just angry. It's weird, but in order for me to work with something, I need a couple days preparing for it. For example I must know a couple of days ahead if I'm meeting up with someone. If someone calls me up one day and say "Hey wanna hang out?" I would most likely make an excuse and set another date. Perhaps it's the reason I feel hassled at the casino; the irregularity, the sudden shift to another environment without forewarning.
In either case, nowadays I'm very aleinated from social contacts. I've met Theo, rarely. Um. We all met up at LL's house, that's about it. We played poker, I lost $3 and Michael lost about. Crap. I have no idea. What's the balance of the dollar anyway? I don't even know how much he lost in Swedish kronor. It was quite a lot, at least compared to what money we usually play for. Maybe $45. I don't know. Theo 'course got the most, but we're used to that by now. We usually imitate a vacuumcleaner whenever he cleans someone out of their all-in, but it's one of those inside joke that you can only do rarely because they've been done so much. We also played Super Monkey Ball. Is that what it's called? Whatever, we played the parachute game. I don't dare to sit on any of LL's chairs anymore because last time I somehow managed to break one and got "joshingly scolded out". You know, for making the outrageous assumption that chairs are made for sitting. So this time around I just laid on the floor. And. Holy. Shit. I thought I had died from either the cold or the food because I'm serious, my neck went into rigor mortis. But I was like "MUST. PLAY. PARACHUTE GAAAAAAAAAAAMme". And I did. And we also played some really dumb punching game that really sucked but someone insisted on playing like 3 times. I don't know who. I'm guessing Theo, he likes to play games until he can beat everyone 8D.
Pretty much everyone in the group has also noted the change of the mood of the group. And by prett much everyone, I mean Theo. And I'm guessing Eddie too. Although I'm not too sure, it was so long time since I saw him he might even died or turned into a giant bald eagle. FYI, that's an endagered species. Think about that, Roosevelt. Anyway, before the group had more drama. I mean at beginning our group could have been a soap opera. We had EVERYTHING. Holocausts, pedophilia, cartoon porn, a friend who left us to be with the cooler people but kind of failed and tried getting back, if serial killing is justified, homosexuality. And not only that. We split in two groups and both groups refused to talk to each other because of that I had a cold. That was the reason of the splitting-group-not-talking-to-each-other-thing. All the little things were blown out of proportion and bam there was one argument after another and whose side you took was always detrimental, regardless. THERE WAS FI'YAH, MAN. Now it's more mellow. I would say chilled out but then Theo would hunt me down on this page for that very expression and take back his Nintendo DS. In any case, the debates are usually very calm. My heart's never racing in a debate anymore. It might be because we don't talk to each other much as a group anymore. When I talk to Theo we talk about things that we agree on, and when I talk to Eddie we talk about things that we agree on. LL doesn't care either way. I never found Michael and LL have the same need of. I don't know. Answers wouldn't be the right word. Not the same philosophical digging
I was at Karl's at newyears. That was pretty sweet, although we got in a hot discussion only two hours after midnight which felt kind of odd. It was really one of those moments I felt that I was right, but he usually results in ad hominem and a rising temper in discussions so I tend to just drop it right there. Additionally it doesn't feel as if he's listening to what I say anyway so I don't see the point. In some cases it's just a matter of that we define things differentley, and he doesn't want to see that it can interpreted differntley. I realize that this was what lead many of the heated discussions we had in the group at the start. Also it feels like he takes the discussions as a personal insult rather than what it is, a discussion. Another factor is different sources of information, where my source can be less valuable and I don't understand why. As I find the discussions rather fruitless I think it just becomes unnecessary stirring and let them go. All in all a good trip though, we watched Harry Potter and Russell Peters. We also saw Dark Waters. Holy shit that movie was creepy, and sad. If you've seen you'll understand when I say "They should've ended the movie THERE". I think the creepiest part of the movie must've been when... the knocking. I can't say more. That'd be spoiling the movie. Watch it, it's really worth it.
Okay before I go on to a massive negative cluster of hate, I'll just quickly go through what I do and what's actually good about it. I'm a slot attendant and for those who are logically inept, that means I take care of the slot machines at the casino. That means that if a machine is out of coins, or if someone wants to take out more $50 out of a machine, I kick in to either refill or take out the money. So yes my job is incredibly mundane and could easily be replaced by a machine. In other words, a drone job. Very varying, interesting and most of all intellectually stimulating. Alright the good parts first. You can joke around with some of the colleagues and guests. Yeah. That's it. THAT'S IT.
Oh thank you God I got that out. Now then. First of all we have the colleagues that I can't get a long with. Mostly these are people who have either room temperature IQ or who are people of principles until they die. I believe there to be a link between the two. For example, I was talking to one of my colleagues about my back hurting:
"Shit my back hurts"
"Want some of my pain medication?"
"NEIN WEEMAN! I DON'T WANT NONE OF YOUR DRUGS!"
"FINE! Kill your back, see if I care!"
".......... FINE! Give me the medicine!"
And then this other colleague walks up to us.
"Hey what are you doing?"
"OH, we're just. You know. Dealing drugs to each other"
"WHAT??"
"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Want some? Special price for you"
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT! IF THEY FIND OUT THEY'RE GONNA FIRE YOU SO FAST YOU WON'T KNOW WHAT HIT YOU!"
"... yes. Well anyway, we do it subtly, like. We have this system. She has it in her hand, and then, she gives it to me. In front of the camera"
"WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO TAKE DRUGS DURING WORKING HOURS!!"
"......"
Yes. Um. That'd be the room-temperature IQ. The other scenario was when I did something "Not according to procedure", but I had control over the entire situation so in the end, it didn't MATTER. And you can't say "Well if it had been in another situation it wouldn't have worked" but here's the newsflash, it was a SPECIFIC situation. And I handled it in the most efficient way possible, a word you deontologics wouldn't understand even if it hit you in the face. Anyway, deontology plays a big part in the blue-collar working world which is one of the, oh believe me, many, many, MANY reasons I never want to be a part of it. And yes, deontologics is in fact just a subcategory to room-temperature IQ.
What else sucks is that I can't get out of work, even when I'm sick. And I'm just working extra for christ's sake (Okay I initially wrote christ with a capital letter, but it's like god, I have to stop writing them with capital letters since people may suspect I'm religious which falls under deontologics which, just to make sure you got it, falls under room-temperature IQ). Where was I. Oh yeah. I'm working extra. And I had the fucking flu. And I called in saying "sorry, can't work today. I have, THE FLU". But even then they were like "Whaaat... no... come on... it can't be that bad... we're short of people... come on...". However, the flu said "SORRY. NO". But then another one of my bosses (I have like, 23), called me and did the same thing. The pleading thing. "Hey. Come one. Maybe you'll feel better when you're here? It might just be the sneezles". So I came anyway. Feeling like shit. And just I had thought, my health just kept deteriorating. I said I really needed to go home, and the answer I got was "Take an aspirin. Makes you feel better". Yes. An aspirin. It's this miraculous omni-medicine that cures the FLU. In fact, it also cure AIDS and CANCER. They just haven't tested it yet because they haven't got the tip from my highschool dropout boss, PhD in dealing cards.
As if this wasn't enough, I also got the comment "But hey, you don't LOOK that ill" "What?" "Yeah usually if you're ill, you don't have those kind of... happy eyes you got!". AMAZING. Attention world! We have no need for doctors who diagnose anymore! If their eyes are not happy, they are sick and need to take an aspirin. CASE DISMISSED. We have saved the world! It's not possible for people express sickness individually. Of course, there are some things you CAN'T express individually like if someone stabs your hand with a knife, you're going to bleed. It's not like there's some people who bleed flubbers out of their arm. But in the case of how much fortitude you show while you're sick, now that's what I think is individual. You know some of those people who, as soon as they get slightly weary they just become this potato sack and crave the attention of others? Yeaaah I hate those people, because it's one of those who constantly needs everyone. Which makes them dependent. Anyway. At that point I just felt "If I work here any longer, I'm going to have to go to a hospital and stay there for two weeks". And I know, because I've over-exerted myself before when I've thought "Oh, I can probably handled it" and FWOMP I'm in stuck in a bed. I actually went to the bathroom and tried scrubbing soap in my eyes, but I instinctively closed them so that it became impossible. But in the end I was allowed to go home after a mere... 6-and-a-half hours of work. And I am grateful... but... it's like when someone's been stabbing you with a knife and they stop and you go "Oh, thank you! Bless your heart!".
What's worse is that there's rule that goes "The longer you've worked here, the more rules you can break". For example, I know that the casino USED to have a rule that said that guys can't have any jewellery but as that posed a discrimination, it was changed so that both guys and girl can one piece of jewellery at the bottom of each ear if they want to. But one of my bosses is very persistent with that guys can't wear ANY earrings at all. See, I wear earrings. I have FIVE. Two in my upper left and three in my bottom left (totally NOT Zoro inspired 8D). So I just kept ONE in the bottom my right ear. It's even not that visible due to my long hair. But, one of, my boss was like
"Hey. Take off the earring"
"Eh? I heard guys can have on earring"
"No you can't"
"Alright... but isn't this some kind of discrimination?"
"My. What attitude problems you have!"
................ okay let me quickly fill you in on something about the casino. It's owned by the government because apparentley, gambling is only okay if THEY're the one raking in the money. Anyway, so this is how it looks like. The Government seems to take liking to going against their own laws, within a facility that belongs to them. EXCELLENT WORK GUVENNA'! That's not hypocritical at all! Not only do we outlaw gambling and do it ourselves, we also have laws that everyone has to follow but us! WE'RE THE GOVERNMENT WE CAN DO ANY MOTHER FUCKING THING WE WANT!!. Oh, and if you actually point this OUT... then you're a troublemaker. ZIG HEIST, IST MUTANY! SEIF OUR ARIAN BLAD, KEEL HIM!
One of the most annoying things is of course that a lot of old staff is quitting and there are tons of new ones. So although being extra, I'm being called in quite a lot since I have a little more experience. Called in more than I should, I get the feeling of. Like, first they send an SMS to everyone working extra. Then they call my cellophone. At first I refused to answer since I have a fixed schedule anyway and I really don't want to work anything beyond that, but then they kept calling me at my homenumber and I was like "FUCK!". Sometimes they get really desperate, like one day I said I couldn't come because I had a driving lesson at four and the shift started at 15:45 PM. "OH.... how about you come after... when will you be done?" "Uh... I'll end at about... 17:30-18:00-ish... and it'll take another half-an-hour to come in so about 18:30..." and they were like "Great! Want to come?" "I'll... be... 3 hours late..." "Yeah that's okay!". Yeah. No. They just recruited like 8x the people who quit, WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?
I actually feel hassled by the calls. It's a constant pushing, sometimes for when you just wanted a break from work. Sometimes you know that you can't work that many nights a row because your back can't handle it. Sometimes you have something else planned. Sometimes you just think "Hey this job sucks monkeyballs and I don't feel like doing it". But it's the really persistent "come on come on". Yeah come on, they got me to go to work when I had the god damn FLU. Doesn't that tell you something?
Sometimes I do feel like the ultimate DOORMAT. Which is perhaps why they hired me. Hey did you know that I initially applied as a dealer but then they just made me slot attendant without even asking me? They just said "Hey you start Monday, 10 AM". Nothing about "We don't think you're fit to be a dealer, but there's an opening at the...". Just tossed me there. Yeah thanks. And whenever they call me in, unless I have a good reason, I always get hurled in to work. It's usually when they use guilt arguments that work on me. I heard from one of my colleagues that they used the authorative argument, as in "You work too little, and we expect you to accept more when we call you or you're fired". See that would've worked less on me because all through my life, I've hate all kinds of unjustified authorities. Teachers have often been the target of this rage, but also bossy people and of course, bosses. So in those cases I sometimes rather choose my pride over what's actually best for me.
Speaking of doormats, the casino isn't the only time when I'm a doormat. For example, my friend came back from Stockholm over the holidays and he invited a couple of us to his house. The things was that I was working that day and the day after that, so I was planning to at least pay him a visit but then go home to sleep in my own bed. Now I know it doesn't like that much of a deal, but this was my plan. But then I was convinced into staying over the night and etcetera. I still hadn't changed my mobile clock so when I woke up I thought I was actually late, although I was incredibly early but in either case, the case was clear that I could've been late because I was a doormat. Ironically, I would been late being a doormat because I was to preoccupied being a doormat. Nice. I see no pshychological problems here!
I actually realize that I hate when things fall out of order. I used to like to think that I was compulsive, doing things randomly. However now I realize I actually get a necessity of order from my father and whenever something unexpected comes along within that plan I lose my mood. I wouldn't really say angry, but it's the closest thing I could describe the feeling as. The difference is that I'm not angry at someone or something, just angry. It's weird, but in order for me to work with something, I need a couple days preparing for it. For example I must know a couple of days ahead if I'm meeting up with someone. If someone calls me up one day and say "Hey wanna hang out?" I would most likely make an excuse and set another date. Perhaps it's the reason I feel hassled at the casino; the irregularity, the sudden shift to another environment without forewarning.
In either case, nowadays I'm very aleinated from social contacts. I've met Theo, rarely. Um. We all met up at LL's house, that's about it. We played poker, I lost $3 and Michael lost about. Crap. I have no idea. What's the balance of the dollar anyway? I don't even know how much he lost in Swedish kronor. It was quite a lot, at least compared to what money we usually play for. Maybe $45. I don't know. Theo 'course got the most, but we're used to that by now. We usually imitate a vacuumcleaner whenever he cleans someone out of their all-in, but it's one of those inside joke that you can only do rarely because they've been done so much. We also played Super Monkey Ball. Is that what it's called? Whatever, we played the parachute game. I don't dare to sit on any of LL's chairs anymore because last time I somehow managed to break one and got "joshingly scolded out". You know, for making the outrageous assumption that chairs are made for sitting. So this time around I just laid on the floor. And. Holy. Shit. I thought I had died from either the cold or the food because I'm serious, my neck went into rigor mortis. But I was like "MUST. PLAY. PARACHUTE GAAAAAAAAAAAMme". And I did. And we also played some really dumb punching game that really sucked but someone insisted on playing like 3 times. I don't know who. I'm guessing Theo, he likes to play games until he can beat everyone 8D.
Pretty much everyone in the group has also noted the change of the mood of the group. And by prett much everyone, I mean Theo. And I'm guessing Eddie too. Although I'm not too sure, it was so long time since I saw him he might even died or turned into a giant bald eagle. FYI, that's an endagered species. Think about that, Roosevelt. Anyway, before the group had more drama. I mean at beginning our group could have been a soap opera. We had EVERYTHING. Holocausts, pedophilia, cartoon porn, a friend who left us to be with the cooler people but kind of failed and tried getting back, if serial killing is justified, homosexuality. And not only that. We split in two groups and both groups refused to talk to each other because of that I had a cold. That was the reason of the splitting-group-not-talking-to-each-other-thing. All the little things were blown out of proportion and bam there was one argument after another and whose side you took was always detrimental, regardless. THERE WAS FI'YAH, MAN. Now it's more mellow. I would say chilled out but then Theo would hunt me down on this page for that very expression and take back his Nintendo DS. In any case, the debates are usually very calm. My heart's never racing in a debate anymore. It might be because we don't talk to each other much as a group anymore. When I talk to Theo we talk about things that we agree on, and when I talk to Eddie we talk about things that we agree on. LL doesn't care either way. I never found Michael and LL have the same need of. I don't know. Answers wouldn't be the right word. Not the same philosophical digging
I was at Karl's at newyears. That was pretty sweet, although we got in a hot discussion only two hours after midnight which felt kind of odd. It was really one of those moments I felt that I was right, but he usually results in ad hominem and a rising temper in discussions so I tend to just drop it right there. Additionally it doesn't feel as if he's listening to what I say anyway so I don't see the point. In some cases it's just a matter of that we define things differentley, and he doesn't want to see that it can interpreted differntley. I realize that this was what lead many of the heated discussions we had in the group at the start. Also it feels like he takes the discussions as a personal insult rather than what it is, a discussion. Another factor is different sources of information, where my source can be less valuable and I don't understand why. As I find the discussions rather fruitless I think it just becomes unnecessary stirring and let them go. All in all a good trip though, we watched Harry Potter and Russell Peters. We also saw Dark Waters. Holy shit that movie was creepy, and sad. If you've seen you'll understand when I say "They should've ended the movie THERE". I think the creepiest part of the movie must've been when... the knocking. I can't say more. That'd be spoiling the movie. Watch it, it's really worth it.