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While waiting through the end credits of Pirates of the Caribbean before I could start clearing tables, I overheard a man telling his friends, "you can tell how narcissistic we have all become by the sheer number of credits. if we were watching a movie in the forties, they would be done after 30 seconds."
And yes, Pirates has an insane amount of credits to wait through before you can finally get to the final, quite pointless scene (I for one don't really buy that the child belongs to Will at all...I mean it just doesn't make any sense to save oneself for ten years all for one measly day...) since when does getting credit for one's hard work label you a narcissist? Just because we live in an age that recognizes the enormous collaborative effort that goes into making a film, unlike the forties when only the main stars and big players seemed to matter....
I mean could you make a huge motion picture without assistant directors or boom operators? I'd like to see them try. Poor guy had to sit through five minutes of credits while finishing off his beer. Oh, how I feel his pain and mourn at the bad turn our world has taken. (one thing to be said, is that he did finish off his beer...it makes me really sad to have to pour out half full pitchers...even sadder when people leave entire beer bottles unopened. why order with no intent of completion? why???)
OTHER SUBJECT BUT STILL RELATED TO WORK
I had orientation this morning, and like at all places of employment, our manager is required to take us through sexual harassment policies. But, as soon as he mentioned sexual harassment in the work place, I couldn't help but think of Steve Carell and his blow up doll. I started giggling and had to bite my tongue for about a minute. It was quite embarrassing, and rather painful.
I'm going to sleep now, I must finish orientation in the morning and take a test on how we are not allowed to do drugs or drink until after our shift. Oh this job and all its restrictions.
And yes, Pirates has an insane amount of credits to wait through before you can finally get to the final, quite pointless scene (I for one don't really buy that the child belongs to Will at all...I mean it just doesn't make any sense to save oneself for ten years all for one measly day...) since when does getting credit for one's hard work label you a narcissist? Just because we live in an age that recognizes the enormous collaborative effort that goes into making a film, unlike the forties when only the main stars and big players seemed to matter....
I mean could you make a huge motion picture without assistant directors or boom operators? I'd like to see them try. Poor guy had to sit through five minutes of credits while finishing off his beer. Oh, how I feel his pain and mourn at the bad turn our world has taken. (one thing to be said, is that he did finish off his beer...it makes me really sad to have to pour out half full pitchers...even sadder when people leave entire beer bottles unopened. why order with no intent of completion? why???)
OTHER SUBJECT BUT STILL RELATED TO WORK
I had orientation this morning, and like at all places of employment, our manager is required to take us through sexual harassment policies. But, as soon as he mentioned sexual harassment in the work place, I couldn't help but think of Steve Carell and his blow up doll. I started giggling and had to bite my tongue for about a minute. It was quite embarrassing, and rather painful.
I'm going to sleep now, I must finish orientation in the morning and take a test on how we are not allowed to do drugs or drink until after our shift. Oh this job and all its restrictions.