if you want me to
My boyfriend (whom I miss) says I should update my LJ.
Thanksgiving at home was good. I ate a lot of pumpkin pie, and played cards with Rachel and her boyfriend. I had to come back earlier today so that I could go to work at 5. Speaking of which, a ton of people came to see No Country for Old Men. Nearly all of them also wanted popcorn. I figure tomorrow will be similarly distressing. Also, please, for the love of theater workers everywhere, just take your stuff to the trash can. I swear, it's not that hard. Honestly. And we'll love you forever. Something about the anonymity of a dark theater turns people into slobs.
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Oh, and if you're stupid enough to leave an eight-hundred-dollar coat in a theater and then demand to go poking around in there with a flashlight while there's a movie going on in there, screw you. No really. It's not my problem that you're a moron and you can't keep track of your stuff. Sending your husband in to deal with this isn't going to help either. Nor is getting a flashlight. You're a miserable excuse for a human being for bitching about needing to interrupt a movie when you're the one who forgot something as simple as picking up your coat when you left.
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I've got a ridiculous amount to do in the next two weeks. It's weird that the semester is nearly over. Okay, I'm officially exhausted. Goodnight kids.
Thanksgiving at home was good. I ate a lot of pumpkin pie, and played cards with Rachel and her boyfriend. I had to come back earlier today so that I could go to work at 5. Speaking of which, a ton of people came to see No Country for Old Men. Nearly all of them also wanted popcorn. I figure tomorrow will be similarly distressing. Also, please, for the love of theater workers everywhere, just take your stuff to the trash can. I swear, it's not that hard. Honestly. And we'll love you forever. Something about the anonymity of a dark theater turns people into slobs.
[rant]
Oh, and if you're stupid enough to leave an eight-hundred-dollar coat in a theater and then demand to go poking around in there with a flashlight while there's a movie going on in there, screw you. No really. It's not my problem that you're a moron and you can't keep track of your stuff. Sending your husband in to deal with this isn't going to help either. Nor is getting a flashlight. You're a miserable excuse for a human being for bitching about needing to interrupt a movie when you're the one who forgot something as simple as picking up your coat when you left.
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I've got a ridiculous amount to do in the next two weeks. It's weird that the semester is nearly over. Okay, I'm officially exhausted. Goodnight kids.