Bam Bam Bam

I knew that we were going to have some construction in my dorm starting today, but I really wasn't prepared for what sounded like someone gleefully slamming a large, squeaky cart into my door at 7:30 in the morning. Argh. To add to the fun, I got an email from my coordinator telling me that our water is going to be completely shut off for either a day or two weeks, she isn't sure yet. If it's the latter I'll be transferred to luxurious Atherton (like Aunt Sissy) which is less fun than it sounds because that means I have to cart all of my stuff and I'll inevitably forget the most obvious things.

Atlas Shrugged is wearing me down, man. I thought I had a hundred or so pages left, since I was already at 860something, but in reality, it's more like three hundred. I managed to finish another fifty or so pages last night because I volunteered to stay late again at Carmike.

I came so close to not having to sit around bored for an extra two hours. It was practically comical. Our last showing of Pirates goes in at 10:30, and by 10:35 we hadn't a single person. Yippee, I said, I can go home like a normal person. I turn to shut down my register, and as if in slow motion, I see the reflection of a pedestrian coming towards the front doors. "Noooooooo!" I groan, still in slo-mo. Yep. One person for the 10:30 show. If I had my way, I would give the kid a refund pass to see any movie he wants for free as long as he goes away and comes back some other time. Oh well. At least I'm making the big bucks.

My one manager (actually just a staff leader) has this horrid habit of completely ruining movies for me. She'll come over, I'll be reading, and she'll start talking about how her and her husband went to see Film X recently and how she didn't really like it. She rarely likes anything. Then, she takes my noncommittal mumble as "please tell me more!" and starts giving me a complete synopsis of the entire film. The whole thing! That includes the ending! Not only does she ruin the finale for good, she has such a bad memory she spends half of the time going, "umm, yeah I can't remember his name, but he was in this other movie with that guy from the TV show that just got cancelled ... oh, what was his name!" It is the most aggravating thing in the world. Last night alone, she hit The Good Shepard, Babel, Georgia Rule, and every Hitchcock movie. And there's no way to stop her once she gets going, since you're stuck behind the concession counter with no escape.

I've been watching half-hour segments of Knocked Up on my break and it's hilarious, though not for the more sensitive crowd. I think I'm going to stop by the 1:30 showing today and finish it straight through. We've been getting quite a number of people for it, so I hope it's not crowded because we still don't have air conditioning and the worst thing in the world would be to get someone's sticky, sweaty arm stuck to mine.

cubrir: to cover

Your last coup (Brie replete with sherry)
Covered the earth with dysentery.

That one doesn't even make sense.