accordion music, American Horror Story, books, car, car insurance, Dracula vs. Hitler, food, Hofbräuhaus, Jérôme Reuter, music, reading, retail management, Rome band, scary situations, surgery, The Hyperion Machine, The Wake
So, I had this whole list of things I mentioned wanting to post about back at the beginning of August, but then I never did…
Here is what’s up with those things.
So, our apartment complex has been updating all the units that people have moved out of (naturally they do this AFTER Jester and I are established here and not planning to move out soon…), and back in JULY, some of the units in our particular building were getting their makeovers…
And the guy from the paint company hit my car while it was parked.
The insurance company is being worthless again (and it’s not even the same company I was with when someone hit me last spring!) and wanted us to hunt down and spy on the person who owned the car, and take pictures of them and try to get the people at the rental office to get his personal information to us because “he hit you, so his company should be the one to pay…”, when really, as far as I know, this whole thing should be treated as a hit-and-run, in which case MY company is supposed to take care of it…
Omg. But no…the rental office says it isn’t their problem, and the insurance rep from our company never called me back or replied to my email…so…fine, I guess. I’ll just get it fixed myself. I can barely even be mad anymore. Stupid shit just never stops happening to me. *shrugs*
Next, A Thing I Think When I See Managers at Other Businesses:
I despise them. I can spot store/restaurant managers a mile away, and I hate them. I hate when they see me, and especially if we make eye contact. Because then they get all fake-cheerful and I want to tell them to leave me alone and that if I want their help, I’ll ask, thanks. *bristles* Their attitude when they talk to me is so different from regular level employees…they get all smug and self-satisfied looking, like, “I’m the best goddam example of customer service just because I TALKED TO YOU!”, whereas a regular employee has that underlying apologetic attitude because they know they’re bothering me, but they also know their smug manager is watching them and they have to talk to me because it’s their job… it’s easier to be sympathetic toward them and just listen to whatever little sales pitch they’re making because I know they’re just doing what they’re told…and I like to imagine that they know I know…but the managers–so oblivious! It’s not to be tolerated. I hope I never come off that way.
And Now, A Thing About Pokémon Go:
I forget what it was. But…my youngest sister and I have been having a good time naming all of her pokémon after serial killers, dictators, and Disney villains.
Also, My Mom:
So, they finally found something that was affecting her sinuses and migraines…a cyst, which was benign, but which they said could create more problems later on…so she opted to have it removed.
Her surgery was Tuesday, and she came home from the hospital yesterday. I went to see her today and she seems well…just tired and doesn’t want to take her pain meds because they make her more tired. Not sure when the next day I’ll get to visit will be, but hopefully she will be back up and about by next week.
Hah. My extended reflections on music will have to happen at a later time…but…I was super excited because I got Rome’s new CD this month. They wanted me to wait until later this month for The Hyperion Machine to be available on US iTunes…but that’s forever away!😦
I couldn’t do it. So I ordered it from Trisol’s web site and in doing so also rekindled Wolf’s and my debate about whether it could be useful to actually try and learn some German…
At least then I wouldn’t’ve been relying solely on translation sites to figure out what the problem was with my initial payment. But it was alright. They were cool and we got it figured out after all. And then the package finally got here and customs sat on it for a week…but they ended up sending it to me in the end.
I really like all but two of the songs, so it was a worthwhile purchase. I’ve listened to it to death during my schedule-writing shifts…
This one is my favourite so far.
I’m having second thoughts about this book I got based on internet recommendations…
It’s a novel called The Wake, by Paul Kingsnorth…and I kept seeing all these good things said about it, but I opened to the first page and was like, “Omg…what’s he done?”
“The Wake is a 2014 novel by British author Paul Kingsnorth Written in an ‘imaginary language’, a kind of hybrid between Old English and Modern English…”
Thanks, Wikipedia, for letting me know about that after I’ve already bought the book and therefore committed myself to reading it.
I can’t see how I missed such a distinguishing feature in the reviews I read. I feel like someone must have mentioned it…?
Well. I suppose I’ll make my way through it and hopefully it won’t be awful.
…at the other end of my reading spectrum is my preordered copy of Dracula vs. Hitler, which will arrive toward the end of the month. I’m not expecting that to be either difficult to read or to be particularly “good” literature…just something ridiculous that I can have a laugh with my sister or Thabet about. It’ll be a good counterbalance to the mental exhaustion I anticipate from reading The Wake.
Omg. I started watching American Horror Story, and…just…that’s a pretty messed up show. But I like what they’ve done with every season being different as far as themes and characters…making it into an ensemble sort of thing where some of the actors play different characters or types of characters in different seasons. I’m late to the party, I know…but it’s still kind of cool.
I’ve enjoyed season 2 better and I have one episode left (which I will watch after this), and then my next TV endeavor will be to make it through season 4 of Game of Thrones, since one of my employees heard how woefully behind I was and offered to let me borrow his DVDs.
So…a thing happened to me a few weeks ago which has never happened to me before. I took myself to lunch, as I do periodically when I am feeling too sad or angry and want to enjoy being by myself…I am embarrassed to admit that I went to Hofbräuhaus specifically because I wanted to listen to music with accordions though. I had this whole plan to see if they played a particular song that I heard last time, and to see if I could find out the name of it…
Sometimes I’m too weird to be tolerated, I think. (More reasons to go it alone sometimes, eh?)
I didn’t end up solving this song mystery, but a different interesting thing happened. When my server finally plunked a checkbook on the table, it was…empty.
Server: Our lead paid for your meal.
(Wolf me: *hiss* Don’t ask why! Just let it happen!!!)
Server: *shrug* He just said to tell you not to worry about it.
Me: Oh…wow…well…thank you. x_x”
I felt pretty good about it the rest of the day, and sort of regret my earlier assertion that I despise people in management…but…also…I am now somewhat conflicted about ever going back there by myself. Although my mom pointed out that the restaurant is in the neighborhood where I grew up, so maybe this person knew who I was? That never happens to me either, though. I don’t look much at all like I did when we lived there.
So much mystery.
Wolf points out that we have to find out that song though, and I have no idea how else to go about it…unless someone here knows of a song with a similar tune to the end credits song in the first Charlie The Unicorn cartoon…? (I doubt anyone does.) Sigh.
And now, for my update Finale…
Omg. So, at my particular place of business within Movie Funtimes USA, each auditorium has doors that exit to the outside. They have complicated alarms and lock mechanisms, and are for emergency use ONLY.
Sometimes people go out of them after movies, which is annoying but nbd.
This time, some kids who were outside started banging on and kicking these doors so that the guests in the movies panicked and ran out of the theatre for their lives and also called the police and the news, which we didn’t know because they didn’t (mostly) stop to talk to us, and we only knew how terrified everyone was when the police arrived all set to take out an active shooter and the news stations started calling my theatre.
I realize we live in troubling times, but people are WAY too quick to report gunfire. Seriously. Calm the fuck down.
So I got to do more incident reports, which turned into emailing back and forth with our regional manager…and I guess I should be grateful because when he’s emailed me about incident reports I’ve submitted this summer, he seems to think much better of me than when he met me at the theatre and thought I was an idiot…
Thabet started joking that all of my pretend letter-writing to der Führer is working to my benefit after all. Guess so. Pbbt.😛
I have more stuff, but…this is already long. I need to find more time to update regularly, eh? (Yeah, I do.)