It's VD!

[fredericks]

Ugh. Listening to Sade on the eve of VD. Bad idea. I recall reading a critic's commentary on her voice, something along the lines of "she sounds like she's coming off the world's greatest orgasm". That still makes me laugh, because it's so TRUE.

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A word of advice, kiddies - if someone from a large chain calls you for a follow-up phone interview and asks you what you'd do if you caught a fellow employee stealing five dollars, NEVER say "bring it to the attention of management, warn the person, and it if happens again, terminate him/her". It doesn't matter if said chain brings in tens of thousands of dollars a day and five dollars would hardly represent a dent. Nor does it matter that maybe that employee might have a family to feed and could be desperate. Nope. What you SHOULD say is "the person should be taken to the media department, where his/her subsequent torture and painful death by means of DVDing [where the cheap $49.99 DVD players shall be thrown at him/her by the brawny guy from Car Audio named Mario until the infidel ceases to breathe] will be simucast on all TVs and PC monitors in the store". Because that's what they want to hear.

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[zelle999.livejournal.com]

Valentine's Day is okay with me this year. Last year I was really depressed to be single, but my friend set me up on a blind date with her friend the other day and he looked like an ape. He was a rocker dude and he had really long hair and a beard and mustache and he was really hairy all over. So yeah, I made the decision to be single and so I feel better about it. But also, Sade is not a good idea if you're even remotely lonely, which I am. So no no no.

Anyway, a really good book I read was called "Nickle and Dimed : On NOT Getting By in America" (or similar title) and it talked about the personality tests you have to take for chain type stores (Wal-mart in particular in the books case) and how they breed distrust of your coworkers and encourage you to turn people in for even the teeny tiniest wrongdoings and how they don't really want to know what you, personally, are like, but rather they want to make sure that you're going to conform to their standards immediately.

It was really scary!

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

I read Nickled and Dimed and, yeah, it says loads about how corporate America breeds dissent and distrust among its workers, mainly to prevent even a whiff of unionization. Fun! If you liked that book, btw, I'd suggest Fast Food Nation as well.

He was a rocker dude and he had really long hair and a beard and mustache and he was really hairy all over.
But I'm sure he had a stunning personality, right? Right?

[zelle999.livejournal.com]

I have Fast Food Nation, too. It's good.

I still love my Big Macs, though!

Actually, the rocker dude was a total disaster. I got off work soooo tired that day and got in the shower and did my thing and had my hair so cute and put on makeup and I looked DAMN GOOD. I showed up at his house and he was wearing a t-shirt and sweats... and sandals with socks! And I went over at 7. I hadn't eaten and he hadn't eaten and he didn't offer to make me dinner er anything. Not a big deal but still. He was playing hard to get because he thought he was being cute, but he just frickin' annoyed the hell out of me.

And he was very crude which is okay because I'm crude...but he wasn't even flirty or anything, just gross. He acted totally disinterested even when I tried flirting my ass off(which I only did because, damnit, I've been single for a year and half) So, I'm like, "Well, alllllllrighty then!" And he made me watch, "Storm of the Century", the Stephen King movie, and he told me how scary it was. Totally cheesy shit. Again, not a big deal, but then a couple nights later my friend made me go out to a comedy club with her and her friends, who included this guy. I only went because he had already gotten the tickets before I realized he was a loser. Instead of comedy, they had a hypnotist doing his thing. Totally lame. The hypnotist "hypnotized" this girl who "kept forgetting her name", and my rocker dude date was like, "HOLY SHIT! SHE STILL CAN'T REMEMBER HER NAME. FUCK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA", and I was, like, "Ummm.. yeah. No spark here whatsoever."

It's been a nightmare from hell. And then my friend who set us up said he called her yesterday. He told her he's been trying to call me but I haven't answered the phone. He asked her, "Michelle doesn't like me, does she?" and she said, "Ummm... there's no spark." and he said, "Well then I'm gonna call her and ask her if we can just fuck."

UGH!!!! THAT is why I'm not sad I'm single this year!

[zelle999.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, also he makes me so annoyed that I just become incoherant. (See previous post)

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"The hypnotist "hypnotized" this girl who "kept forgetting her name", and my rocker dude date was like, "HOLY SHIT! SHE STILL CAN'T REMEMBER HER NAME. FUCK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA", and I was, like, "Ummm.. yeah..."

I know where you're coming from. The problem is always: if a person says they're hypnotized, they're hypnotized. There's always the "hypnotism" you see: the stage with the volunteers, and that which you don't; the audience lulled into a gullible state by a couple of half-baked demonstrations of "the power of suggestion" (your rocker friend obviously being more susceptible to this "state" than you - and which possibly says something about repeatedly subjecting oneself to the aural onslaught of bands playing with their amplifiers cranked all the way "up to eleven."
;-)...
I've even caught myself asking: if the volunteers on stage aren't hypnotized, just what the hell ARE they doing? (and yeah, my ears have done their fair share of bleeding over the years as well!!)

[zelle999.livejournal.com]

I guess the only thing I can't understand is how they can all keep such straight faces. I'm a giggler so I would be up there trying really hard not to, which would just make it harder and harder not to. Everyone up there is so straight faced. I couldn't do it.

So I guess this rocker dude already has a girlfriend and he showed up to a friend's party with hickeys all over his neck. Ummm.. He's 33 for goodness sake.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

So I guess this rocker dude already has a girlfriend and he showed up to a friend's party with hickeys all over his neck. Ummm.. He's 33 for goodness sake.

Not at heart, obviously.