I think I'm in one of those obnoxious indie "mumble core" films right now. You know, where the geeky looking protagonist is done with school and trying to make sense of the world. He's working some dead end job as he saves up for some fantastic dream on the horizon. In the meantime, he's looking at his hometown and all the places he went to as a kid; discovering that they don't live up to how he remembered them. The movie it's self is petty and banal, but the soundtrack is fantastic.
My boss at work is starting to have fits about how many books we've got to put away. It's my job to see that said books are put on a bookshelf, all day, five days a week. I can't say that I share his concern about putting them away; there will always be books to put away. There really isn't a sense of accomplishment or satisfaction with work, and I think you'd back me up on this one Internet. The summer workers started a few weeks ago and now they're getting pretty chummy with the full-timers. One of my co-workers has made it his life's mission to hop into the Daisy Dukes of one of the girls working for the summer. I don't fault him for wanting to, she goes out of her way to display her assets whenever possible.
I'm starting to feel pretty secluded at my other job. It's mostly because of my day job, I just don't have as much time as I'd like to dedicate to it. They've got three new interns who've effectively taken my place. I know that it's really more of an issue of time rather than talent, but I can't help but feel envious of all the stuff they're getting to do. If it weren't for the fact that the company can't afford to pay for it's self, I'm sure that wouldn't have had to take up my book job. Oh well, that's how things in the indie film biz go.
I should really quit the book job as soon as I can, there isn't a lot of thinking involved and it's exactly the kind of job where someone who likes to worry about stuff shouldn't be. For example I met this girl through my boss at the film company a few weeks ago. She and I got into this debate about faith and proving how people either have it or not, and I can't say if I was into the fact she was rocking the Thelma look or that she was smart. (I'm a nerd, don't judge me Internet) Anyway, She and I go to see this movie at an indie theater with a few friends. I was trying to play it off like it's no big deal. It's honestly been three years since I've gone out on anything that resembles a date, and I didn't want to come on too strong. After the movie, we're bullshitting around when I catch her making out with another guy. That pretty much put the breaks on the whole evening. I shouldn't have let it get to me because she apparently has a reputation of being a tramp, but a painfully boring job afforded me the chance to find fun ways to figuring out how it's my fault. Sometimes I can't shake the feeling that there's little if anything that makes me attractive.
Oh well, I've always got you Internet.
