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Jason and I watched A Scanner Darkly last weekend. I think it was a load of crap and wouldn't recommend it to anyone. I'm sure the original novel by Philip K. Dick has its merits, and I am sure it is far better than the film, though I don't think any ideas brought forth in either were exactly ground-breaking. I'm not a supporter of drug use of any kind, yet even I know the "war on drugs" is a sham. The film version just seemed to be a series of trippy sequences in which the characters giggle and/or freak out due to drug usage. Eh. That's really of no interest to me. I could park my car at any pawn shop downtown and see the same thing. Basically, I thought that any interesting ideas found in the 1977 novel were glossed over in the film to make way for Robert Downey Jr. and Woody Harrelson on-camera freak-outs. This is all a real shame because I enjoyed Linklater's Waking Life, and one of my favorite movies ever is Before Sunrise. All in all, A Scanner Darkly = Stylized Crap.
This morning when I came into work, the parking lot was filled with unfamiliar vehicles. Many of the guys who work in the field were at the office for a 401(k) meeting with the financial advisor. They speak Spanish. He speaks English. By the time I got upstairs with my breakfast in hand, Payroll Girl was in frantic-mode. I sat my breakfast aside so I could help guys fill out their 401(k) paperwork since I was one of only a handful of people in the office with enough Spanish to help them. Although, it does do wonders for my self esteem when the guys want me to help them with their papers instead of the foreman who speaks more Spanish than I do. I got winks and smiles galore from the workers this morning. They like my pants, apparently. Pantalones. Ha.
Payroll Girl is on new anti-anxiety medicine. It isn't working, and I think her vibrating annoyance and panic over everything is rubbing off on me. Yesterday I told the accountant that I'm sorry I'm not as anal as he is. I have to notify the bank via their website whenever I write any company checks, otherwise the checks will be denied. He checks two different areas to make sure the files were uploaded correctly. I check one. One is all you need. I snapped at him a bit, and he ran back to his office with his tail tucked. I felt bad afterward and tried to reconcile, but he's still sad at me. I told him that I would double check it if he'd like me to, but he says that what I'm doing now is fine. He's worse than a woman sometimes.
I finished Servant of the Shard day before yesterday. Now I don't have anything to read until DH is released on Friday night. I thought about starting something else, but I don't want to get halfway into another novel and have to put it down when I get DH in my grubby little hands.
One of the stockings I said I was going to knit is finished. However, I think it is too large. I laced it up with a satin cord and tied it about four/five inches above my knee. It keeps falling down to my knee, which isn't going to work for me. Maybe I can get some colored elastic to lace it up instead. Until I solve the problem, I'm putting the second stocking on hold. There were two sizes, and I didn't even consider making the small size because I don't exactly have sticks for legs, but apparently the pattern maker wanted to trick me into thinking I have smaller thighs. How devious.
This morning when I came into work, the parking lot was filled with unfamiliar vehicles. Many of the guys who work in the field were at the office for a 401(k) meeting with the financial advisor. They speak Spanish. He speaks English. By the time I got upstairs with my breakfast in hand, Payroll Girl was in frantic-mode. I sat my breakfast aside so I could help guys fill out their 401(k) paperwork since I was one of only a handful of people in the office with enough Spanish to help them. Although, it does do wonders for my self esteem when the guys want me to help them with their papers instead of the foreman who speaks more Spanish than I do. I got winks and smiles galore from the workers this morning. They like my pants, apparently. Pantalones. Ha.
Payroll Girl is on new anti-anxiety medicine. It isn't working, and I think her vibrating annoyance and panic over everything is rubbing off on me. Yesterday I told the accountant that I'm sorry I'm not as anal as he is. I have to notify the bank via their website whenever I write any company checks, otherwise the checks will be denied. He checks two different areas to make sure the files were uploaded correctly. I check one. One is all you need. I snapped at him a bit, and he ran back to his office with his tail tucked. I felt bad afterward and tried to reconcile, but he's still sad at me. I told him that I would double check it if he'd like me to, but he says that what I'm doing now is fine. He's worse than a woman sometimes.
I finished Servant of the Shard day before yesterday. Now I don't have anything to read until DH is released on Friday night. I thought about starting something else, but I don't want to get halfway into another novel and have to put it down when I get DH in my grubby little hands.
One of the stockings I said I was going to knit is finished. However, I think it is too large. I laced it up with a satin cord and tied it about four/five inches above my knee. It keeps falling down to my knee, which isn't going to work for me. Maybe I can get some colored elastic to lace it up instead. Until I solve the problem, I'm putting the second stocking on hold. There were two sizes, and I didn't even consider making the small size because I don't exactly have sticks for legs, but apparently the pattern maker wanted to trick me into thinking I have smaller thighs. How devious.
