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Sun, Mar. 7th, 2010 | 04:01 pm  ⅊ Susy Bea's ‏‏␦ discontent  Holy Mountain-The Cult-Born Into This slavezombie


Staff meeting tomorrow
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I'm dreading going to work tomorrow. Recent events have estranged half the co-workers from interacting with each other on a personal level and while you might think being impersonal with your co-workers shouldn't effect one's work production, it does. For instance, on Saturday I had a customer inquire about the flushing mechanism to the toilet in the public men's room. I asked whether the conditions in there were gross to the point of gagging from the smell and he explain that it appeared to be clogged with only papertowels. It's not unusual that a block head would fill the toilet with papertowels as a prank, but the dude who is inquiring about the problem offers to fix it by extracting the papertowels himself, and all he needs is a rubber glove.

I knew we had surgeons' gloves, but I could not authorize something like that so I referred him to the person in charge hoping that she might know how to dispel the query. But no, she asks me to go in there and gather information of the conditions in the men's room. I say I will but this is the most busy time of day and I'll certainly get to it before the end of the day. No. This isn't enough. I have to make an "OUT OF SERVICE" sign and post it on the bathroom door to the toilet stall effected. This I do most diligently, but as I enter the restroom, I see the dude who offered to clean it up is in there with his hands wet holding a plastic bag full of wet towels.

I tell this to the supervisor and they make a more thorough effort to get the guy to go away and get his kicks elsewhere.

At the fin of the day, I'm almost peeing my pants and just before leaving, I make the announcement that I gotta go to the restroom and that there's no need to wait for me. It so happens that all staff must leave together in group. Instead of using the staff restroom, however, I go into the public restroom as sometime I just feel the need to pee in urinal, as opposed to a toilet. So, finally I gather my things and we all exit the building. One of my co-workers tells me I'm rude to have made us wait the way I did. I'm like, WTF? For starters, I wasn't more than a few minutes. Secondly, I made an announcement where I'd be, what I'd be doing and if nobody wanted to, they didn't have to wait. "Oh, but we all wanted to wait for you." As if the people I work with wanted to say their goodbyes the way the TV show The Waltons always ended with "Goodnite John boy. Goodnite grandpa! Goodnite so-and-so" etc.

If it's not hostility within the office we're all having to deal with, it surely is tension

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Sun, Mar. 7th, 2010 | 10:18 pm  ⅊ Quest for the Hlwd buzz ‏‏␦ bouncy  The Game - Lacuna Coil slavezombie


New software (open source)
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I was doing a search online to see if I might be able to figure out how to embed fonts on livejournal so that people who read my blog will also see the font I am using to display it in even though they might not have that particular font downloaded in their font folder. I got bored real quick and strayed from subject to look at other results google gathered for me. One of them were various different open source applications that make writing lj entries independant of a browser. Not that my browsers have limitations for doing something as simple as writing a blog entry, but I thought “iJournal” was a cute sell where it was described as being capable of automatically detecting song title and artist. My laptop doesn’t have a fraction of songs that my desktop computer has, but a lot of the songs on the desktop computer are old. My music fanatic friend sends me a bunch of mp3 files she thinks I’ll like, but she lives in Germany and some of the stuff they listen to in that country can be totally foreign to American heavy metal, regardless of the fact that the lyrics are all in English.


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Sun, Mar. 7th, 2010 | 10:52 pm  ⅊ Quest for the Hlwd buzz  Fragments of Faith - Lacuna Coil slavezombie


GASP
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The other day, I met a guy at work who saw that I was reading a book called Your screenplay sucks and we got to talking. He happens to be a writer too and we both were able to relate on the difficulty of overcoming writer’s block. With me, I get so caught up in pouring my soul out onto the paper that I fail to realize how boring my life appears on paper. So we’re exchanging views on the subject of holding our readers attention without risking that the actual finished screenplay might be set down prematurely (before the reader gets to the good part), when he offers to give my manuscript a read.

I said, my stuff isn’t on the computer. I have software that helps in structuring the story line, but every time I try to use it for polishing up the finished product, I’m always editing the slightest little thing. So I decided to use an old manual typewriter so that I would have the hard copy already printed the moment I typed it. I offered to scan the few pages I have so far completed and e-mail them. We traded e-mail address.

Things have been so chaotic at work, though, I decided that I would keep his e-mail in the book I’m reading slowly to humor myself while I’m stuck dealing with the “public service” of my job. I am Ozzy is such a great read, I don’t want to lug the book around so that I can finish it in a few hours. I’m keeping it at work and reading it at the circulation desk between customers. The customers must think I’m totally insane when they walk up to me and I have this smirk of a grin that I can’t erase from my face long enough to help the customer. Anyways, come Monday, I’ve already scanned my fifteen pages, I’ll bring the note home and attach my manuscript with a brief note (excuse) welcoming his unbiased opinion on how he would go about completely destroying the scenes as I’m convinced I should start over again from scratch.

Have you ever watched a movie and thought to yourself how you might have done one or two things differently? Like a line that the actor has, or a song in the background. It’s easy to criticize other people’s work, but since I usually find myself criticizing something that has already been produced, I feel that there’s no harm in that. I know what I want my screenplay to be about, I’m just having trouble thinking up things to heighten suspense long enough to retain my audience’s attention. For instance, in Ozzy’s book describes how he panicked one day when he heard the cops knocking at his front door because he was currently high on cocaine and there was all kinds of drugs lying around. When he couldn’t manage to gather himself long enough to successfully flush the marijuana down the toilet, he decides to try to snort all the cocaine before the cops arrive into the bathroom.

As far as I’m concerned, he did everything right. When cops come knocking at your door, they don’t need to know every crevice of your house to find where you’ve stashed your pot. They have dogs to sniff that out. If it were me, I would’ve had the chimney blazing a gigantic flame and tossed the pot into the fire; then, the toilet wouldn’t have gotten clogged and there wouldn’t have been a problem flushing the coke.

Having said that, if somebody were to hand me a finished screenplay and told me to touch it up so that it would work, I would go completely crazy on somebody else hard work and stick a purple gossamer in the story somewhere. That’s a lot to ask of a total stranger. I’m just happy that I met the guy as some of the meet-up groups I’ve participated in in the past to try to hook up with similar writers just never panned out the way I thought they would.


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