a study in moppishness

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Do i have two days off again? I don’t want two days off, i want to spend one of them at KRH talking to Lewis and earning overtime cash.

Oh, well. I’ll make the best of it. Ever since the move, i have been sucking at drawing. It’s awful. I gotta get my groove again.

I should probably go see Django Unchained while i have the chance but… nah, no time. My brother hasn’t even seen The Hobbit yet, what the hell is up with that? Besides, i just saw one of the best movies ever finally. That’s right, i saw Better Off Dead after 27 years of foolishly not seeing it. And i know, i know you’re sitting there and you just spit your coffee out while exclaiming “Whaaa? How could you have never seen Better Off Dead, you stupid animal?” and i totally agree. I remember Shelton doing the same thing like ten years ago.

Such is life.

Anyway, i watched it with Dahir. We had a blast and spent a lot of time ranking the cuteness of the female characters. I think our final list was….

1.) Monique Junet.

2.) E.G. Daily, aka the singer at the New Year’s Eve Dance.

3.) Joanne Greenwald.

4.) Beth.

5.) Lane’s Mom.

6.) Ricky’s inexplicable ratched nerd girlfriend who shows up out of nowhere.

…yeah, Joanne Greenwald above Beth, that was a surprise.

Okay, Joanne Greenwald, you horrible thing.

We’re dudes.

I’m kind of obsessed with E.G. Daily’s voice. The singer? She has that incredibly weird and scratchy sexy voice that most would recognize as the voice of the main baby from that Rugrats cartoon and also one of the Powerpuff Girls, you know, the butch one.

Thank god i never watched Rugrats as a kid, because honestly, who wants to fuck a baby.

Great movie, although i felt a little bad for Lane’s mom. She clearly had massive untreated mental health issues that were being totally ingored by her family.

Shit.

They’ve called me for overtime both days, but for overtime i won’t accept. They call and say “can you come to Manheim right now as soon as you can?” because they’re having some kind of emergency, and without even looking at the clock i can guess that it would be for just half a shift. So even if i got out of bed, walked the dogs, took a shower, and drove there, i’d be there for all of three hours. Not worth it.

I think all of us are revolting against Manheim. We hate Manheim. They fire everyone who works there and then expect everyone else to pick up the slack. JUST STOP FIRING EVERYBODY.

I should stop calling it Manheim. It’s been officially renamed Omohundro South. Apparently, at some point, they’re moving all the administration offices there and it will become the new nerve center of the whole works. I wonder what they’re going to do with all the extra space though? The place is massive, nothing but square miles of cracked parking lots, a giant concrete blotch on the Googlemap.

I am talking about things you couldn’t possibly care about.

I wonder how old Nilley is doing over at regular Omohundro.

I wonder how much longer i’ll be at this damned job.

The Oaf is talking about quitting, but he’s been doing that for years.

I already know what i’m going to have to say if our shithead boss ever tries to transfer me to Manheim Omohundro South or anywhere else. I’ll have to go above his head, find someone at the corporate office to talk to, and tell them “look, i already drive nearly an hour to get to this crappy low-paying job. I’m not willing to drive an hour and forty-five minutes to get here, and then two hours to get home through the center of Nashville. Yes, i am aware that according to the rules, transportation can’t be an issue. But hey, i’m a great employee with a perfect record and the last time i called out sick was in 2011, for fuck’s sake. I can either work at the Stone Ring, or KRH. Our boss is a shithead who likes to move people around for no reason because he thinks it makes his balls bigger. It doesn’t. You need to rein this creep in. If you try to send me to some bullshit place with no choice, then consider this my two week’s notice. GOOD DAY, SIR OR MA’AM.”

Yeah, that’s what i’ll say.

Sometimes i wish they would transfer me back to KRH, even though it would mean less drawing time. I miss that place.

Life is horrible. I sure do love this new apartment though.

Whaaa, Farine is traveling the Far East? I missed the reason for this. Looks like fun, though.

Jealous.

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Edit: Whoa, yet another thing to love about my new place! Okay, it’s like this. When i sit down for a 6-hour drawing session, i like listening to the radio. Drawing in silence is creepy, but even the chillest electronica albums will distract me. Nothing is more conducive to concentration than the steady hum of talk radio…

…but in my old apartment, literally the only station with enough wattage to penetrate the concrete walls was the local conservative station. I’d listen to it, just to have the background noise, but eventually i’d get pissed off…

( …blah blah blah obama allowing women in combat why does obama want to draft your daughters and my daughters and send them off to the front lines to be raped and shot and killed and died obama obama socialist marxist bad inauguration not good i don’t like he hate everyone we smash blah blah blah… )

…and i’d have to switch it off.

But now, with our thinner and more poorly-insulated walls, the local NPR affiliate comes in clear as a bell!

I can listen to NPR all night and all morning whilst drawing!

Everything is perfect now.

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