Sunday, loud-ass Sunday
Oct. 30th, 2006 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperFirst off, if you've ever played or even watched Kingdom Hearts 2, Watch this video (naughty language if you're at work.) This made me laugh so damn hard that I think I bruised my diaphragm. It still hurts to breathe 3 hours later. Of course, that's just cause I feel the need to watch it every so often.
Long ass busy weekend. I don't think I'm going to stay with Cinefart past January, as it involves dealing with asshats too much. I mean, the staff is wonderful, and I like the concession crew a lot (well most of them) but I swear one of these days someone much like the woman who expected to be able to pay for her food with a credit card she hadn't signed without any form of photo ID is going to come up to my register, and I'm going to stab them. In the eye. With a Nerd rope. (man, did that woman have some serious entitlement issues! I really don't give a shit if Box office let you get away with using a damned invalid card. (CARDS ARE NOT VALID UNLESS YOU SIGN THEM, DAMNIT.) I also don't care if you "never" sign your cards or "never" carry any identification (how did you and your kids get to the theater anyway? She didn't seem like a bus type.) My job dictates that I have to check ID, and in absense of that check your signature, WHICH I CAN'T DO IF YOU NEITHER HAVE ID OR HAVEN'T SIGNED YOUR CARD. Jesus.
Anyway, since committing homicide with the candy definitely isn't proper work behavior, I think I'd better quit before it comes to that point. I've found that I rather like having a weekend. Cause you know, occasionally i have to do important things. Like do my laundry and experience such wonderful things as the entire quadtower building explode in ear shattering noise right as I settled in for some laundry doing and warcracking. Ow ow ow, my head.
So yeah, the sprinkler system went off in La Veracruzana, tripping the fire alarm for the entire building. Usually when someone sets off one of the smoke alarms in the apartments you can tell, cause you only get a high pitched shrieking noise but TODAY. OMG. High pitched shriek + whooping siren, plus ancient bell outside ringing, not to mention strobe lights going everywhere. ("We installed that fire system so you can tell us if there's a fire, not so you can throw strobe light raves!!!" yeah, there was a bit of strong bad techno quoting happening once we got outside). No smoke, no nothing upstairs mind, but we thought it was the better part of valor to exit the building anyway.
Several ridiculous things followed, the main thing being that it took FORTY FIVE MINUTES for the fire department to show up. 45. Amherst isn't that big, and even if it was, it wouldn't matter because the Amherst fire station is literally 2 BLOCKS AWAY. I shit you not.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anzovin even went over there to see what the hell was going on and no one was there! (to be fair, that isn't the MAIN amherst fire station but STILL.) Fifteen minutes after they showed up they still hadn't managed to get the damn noise off so morlock, sydneycat and I went to the diner to get some food and some relative peace and quiet. We got back and the ancient firebell on the side of the building is STILL ringing! (though inside it was comparatively quiet. As of right now, I don't know if it's still going right now - which means sundart has probably fled to the Bolthole to sleep cause the bell is under the bedroom window.
FORTY FIVE MINUTES. And they still had to call our landlady down from whereverbumblebuck she lives to turn off the inside alarms. A BETTER SYSTEM IS NEEDED, PEOPLE.
*sigh*
I'm finally getting my wallet back this week as well as a bunch of other wedding stuff. *chuckle* about three hours after I set the script going on Friday I heard from my sister who was like "OMG I'm totally sending it... I have to cut a key for you first - but I don't know what you're looking for, all this has in it is 2 receipts..." And I'm like, wait a minute... you have the right thing right? Did she? of course not, Dad had given her the wrong one. Granted that was partly my bad, I told him I left it on my dresser when it was really stuffed up next to Mom's computer (which makes total sense) but still. *facepalm* So my dad leaves a message for me saying OMG I found you wallet I'm going to get it in the mail ASAP and this evening I get an email from sis saying ok ok I've got the right wallet now, mailing Monday. ARGH. A.R.G.H.
Need to talk to people back home actually... really need a large chunk of money for that thing I wanted for the weddingthing, cause it really is going to make me sad if it doesn't happen... not to mention the people involved are so excited about the event... I can't really stand telling them we can't have them because of general asshattery. Soooo that's my stress of the week. Joy and rapture.
And now BEDTIME. I've done enough warcracking today to wear out the most heroic of wrists.
Long ass busy weekend. I don't think I'm going to stay with Cinefart past January, as it involves dealing with asshats too much. I mean, the staff is wonderful, and I like the concession crew a lot (well most of them) but I swear one of these days someone much like the woman who expected to be able to pay for her food with a credit card she hadn't signed without any form of photo ID is going to come up to my register, and I'm going to stab them. In the eye. With a Nerd rope. (man, did that woman have some serious entitlement issues! I really don't give a shit if Box office let you get away with using a damned invalid card. (CARDS ARE NOT VALID UNLESS YOU SIGN THEM, DAMNIT.) I also don't care if you "never" sign your cards or "never" carry any identification (how did you and your kids get to the theater anyway? She didn't seem like a bus type.) My job dictates that I have to check ID, and in absense of that check your signature, WHICH I CAN'T DO IF YOU NEITHER HAVE ID OR HAVEN'T SIGNED YOUR CARD. Jesus.
Anyway, since committing homicide with the candy definitely isn't proper work behavior, I think I'd better quit before it comes to that point. I've found that I rather like having a weekend. Cause you know, occasionally i have to do important things. Like do my laundry and experience such wonderful things as the entire quadtower building explode in ear shattering noise right as I settled in for some laundry doing and warcracking. Ow ow ow, my head.
So yeah, the sprinkler system went off in La Veracruzana, tripping the fire alarm for the entire building. Usually when someone sets off one of the smoke alarms in the apartments you can tell, cause you only get a high pitched shrieking noise but TODAY. OMG. High pitched shriek + whooping siren, plus ancient bell outside ringing, not to mention strobe lights going everywhere. ("We installed that fire system so you can tell us if there's a fire, not so you can throw strobe light raves!!!" yeah, there was a bit of strong bad techno quoting happening once we got outside). No smoke, no nothing upstairs mind, but we thought it was the better part of valor to exit the building anyway.
Several ridiculous things followed, the main thing being that it took FORTY FIVE MINUTES for the fire department to show up. 45. Amherst isn't that big, and even if it was, it wouldn't matter because the Amherst fire station is literally 2 BLOCKS AWAY. I shit you not.
anzovin even went over there to see what the hell was going on and no one was there! (to be fair, that isn't the MAIN amherst fire station but STILL.) Fifteen minutes after they showed up they still hadn't managed to get the damn noise off so morlock, sydneycat and I went to the diner to get some food and some relative peace and quiet. We got back and the ancient firebell on the side of the building is STILL ringing! (though inside it was comparatively quiet. As of right now, I don't know if it's still going right now - which means sundart has probably fled to the Bolthole to sleep cause the bell is under the bedroom window. FORTY FIVE MINUTES. And they still had to call our landlady down from whereverbumblebuck she lives to turn off the inside alarms. A BETTER SYSTEM IS NEEDED, PEOPLE.
*sigh*
I'm finally getting my wallet back this week as well as a bunch of other wedding stuff. *chuckle* about three hours after I set the script going on Friday I heard from my sister who was like "OMG I'm totally sending it... I have to cut a key for you first - but I don't know what you're looking for, all this has in it is 2 receipts..." And I'm like, wait a minute... you have the right thing right? Did she? of course not, Dad had given her the wrong one. Granted that was partly my bad, I told him I left it on my dresser when it was really stuffed up next to Mom's computer (which makes total sense) but still. *facepalm* So my dad leaves a message for me saying OMG I found you wallet I'm going to get it in the mail ASAP and this evening I get an email from sis saying ok ok I've got the right wallet now, mailing Monday. ARGH. A.R.G.H.
Need to talk to people back home actually... really need a large chunk of money for that thing I wanted for the weddingthing, cause it really is going to make me sad if it doesn't happen... not to mention the people involved are so excited about the event... I can't really stand telling them we can't have them because of general asshattery. Soooo that's my stress of the week. Joy and rapture.
And now BEDTIME. I've done enough warcracking today to wear out the most heroic of wrists.
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- morlock keeps fFFing through his classical
