So it was already 3 o'clock at about 1:40 today.
Now its FINALLY a quarter to 4.

Still no closer to solving the riddle of what happened yesterday as my boss keeps calling it "What's transpired." and leaves it at that.
I know he can't go into it, and on a personal level I don't think he would if he could.

My new manager here sent me a text message today asking how I was.
I don't know if it was because of "that which we do not speak about" or just to say hi, but he's in Chicago doing some sort of training thing.
Regardless of the reason, it's stuff like that that makes him a hundred times better.
He's only been at the job maybe a month, and he came out and worked with me for a day, INCLUDING working the event.

He might not again, because though we had a good time talking to people and handing stuff out, standing around like that can drive you nuts.
I can do it, because I'm already crazy.

If you can't tell this post is all about killing time. So if you've read this far, I thank you, and release you from any further obligation you might feel to continue. Assuming of course you feel anything at all about it. Because I don't know what --if anything at all--will come next.

I refuse to rag anymore on the Coliseum and its inefficiency as even one more word uttered is a waste of breath.
Things are chipper on the job end, at least for the moment.
Think me horrible for being ok with 2 people being out of work just before Christmas.
Which I'm not ok about it. That sucks. But if we think bigger picture, its much better for me.
Plus, I don't think they'd give a second thought to me if the fortunes were reversed.
I would like to know why though...

There's a song on right now that I like. It's called "The Compromise" by The Format.
Most of you are probably well aware of it as I'm always the last person to know about things I like.
If you get a chance, give it a shot.

Downloaded "Welcome to the Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance onto my phone yesterday.
I don't know that I like the band, but I at least like the song. Wanted to put it on my...space, but apparently they only want to offer snippets of their songs
in fear of people doing something hideous like enjoying it without paying them money from time to time when visiting my profile.

I refuse to feel sorry for them, or any artist big enough to have a music video on VH1 or MTV19. (assuming they still play music on that low of a level channel.)

Why you ask? Because I say. A little show like Cribs. And other tremendously obnoxious expenditures of cash, while attack dog lawyers squeeze 12 year olds for thousands of dollars.

No, they don't do that anymore, (or at least they don't talk about it) but it still bothers me.

I'm sure at some point I have addressed those commercials at the movie featuring the 12th AD whining because people shouldn't steal movies because that's how he makes a living.
His face, 12 feet high, is saying this to us who already bought a ticket to his crappy movie.
And if he's so bent out of shape about not earning a living or whatever, then he can have my job (which at the time was Avis) and I'LL work on movies.
He can even have my job now. You have any idea how much more fulfilling it would be for me to work in the movie industry?
SCREW that guy.

Whatever. This stuff is old that I'm talking about. ("SOOOO 2003!") But like I said, I need to kill time.
Since the only thing I seem to want to do is aggravate myself, I'll end here.