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Movie to see: eXistenZ. I saw it originally for Willem Dafoe (allow me to pause while you recover from your surprise) and, eventually, ended up liking it for itself. I didn't like it until it was over, though, because the ending explains everything I didn't care for, and in such a way as to raise a whole new host of questions. It's quite the mindtrip. Check it out.
In other news: We have an obnoxious new manager at the Dunkin Donuts where I work. I think I may be the only one who dislikes him; of course, I was the only one who liked our former manager, too. I'm talking the only one in the entire history of her employment, here - she annoyed the crap out of everyone, and I can certainly see why, but I liked her anyway. But this new guy - urgh. He acts like, well, like my best friend's dad. But whereas David has, through knowing me all my life, earned the right to tease me and mess with me the same way he does with his daughter, Amanda (and we mess right back), Manager Boy has definitely not. I fire right back whenever he bothers me, but he doesn't seem to get that I'm not playing around and I would him to please leave me the fuck alone. He treats everyone the same way; I don't think he's singling me out. But doing things like telling me my smile lights up the room (yep, it was about as smarmy as it reads) and saying that I'm "one of those hostile girls" on HIS FIRST DAY is no way to gain favour or amuse me. I had some rice during one of my breaks; I'd gone over to the Chinese place next door, and gotten chopsticks to eat with. Before I could even take my first bite, he grabbed hold of my chopsticks and demanded to try them. I said, "Please let go," in finest Cordelia Chase fashion. He did and acted like I was the one who was out of order.
I suppose I should tell him that he's driving me up a wall, but I don't know how well he'd take it, and he is my manager. Plus, I hate confrontation. I guess I'll give it time and keep being cold, and maybe he'll get the point. And if worse comes to worse, I can quite, as DD is only a second job. I need the money, but it's not worth being driven up a fucking wall.
Finally, because I'd like to end on a positive note, by friend Amanda (the one I mentioned above) has come down to visit her dad for the week. I haven't seen her since last December. I'm actually making this entry on her computer, so I better wrap it up (it was something to kill time while she was taking a shower). I'm glad to see her and I hope we can get together again before eight more months have passed.
In other news: We have an obnoxious new manager at the Dunkin Donuts where I work. I think I may be the only one who dislikes him; of course, I was the only one who liked our former manager, too. I'm talking the only one in the entire history of her employment, here - she annoyed the crap out of everyone, and I can certainly see why, but I liked her anyway. But this new guy - urgh. He acts like, well, like my best friend's dad. But whereas David has, through knowing me all my life, earned the right to tease me and mess with me the same way he does with his daughter, Amanda (and we mess right back), Manager Boy has definitely not. I fire right back whenever he bothers me, but he doesn't seem to get that I'm not playing around and I would him to please leave me the fuck alone. He treats everyone the same way; I don't think he's singling me out. But doing things like telling me my smile lights up the room (yep, it was about as smarmy as it reads) and saying that I'm "one of those hostile girls" on HIS FIRST DAY is no way to gain favour or amuse me. I had some rice during one of my breaks; I'd gone over to the Chinese place next door, and gotten chopsticks to eat with. Before I could even take my first bite, he grabbed hold of my chopsticks and demanded to try them. I said, "Please let go," in finest Cordelia Chase fashion. He did and acted like I was the one who was out of order.
I suppose I should tell him that he's driving me up a wall, but I don't know how well he'd take it, and he is my manager. Plus, I hate confrontation. I guess I'll give it time and keep being cold, and maybe he'll get the point. And if worse comes to worse, I can quite, as DD is only a second job. I need the money, but it's not worth being driven up a fucking wall.
Finally, because I'd like to end on a positive note, by friend Amanda (the one I mentioned above) has come down to visit her dad for the week. I haven't seen her since last December. I'm actually making this entry on her computer, so I better wrap it up (it was something to kill time while she was taking a shower). I'm glad to see her and I hope we can get together again before eight more months have passed.