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Everyone is sad about Daylight Saving Time, but I'm actually enjoying it. No, I don't like getting up "earlier", but I do enjoy my evening walks. The early sunsets and temperatures in winter prevent me from walking Ferguson after dinner. It was warm enough and sunny enough that I was able to walk a couple miles yesterday evening. It felt so wonderful and boosted my energy level for the rest of the night.
Work is still in a shitty place. I'm blocking it all out so the stress and tension don't wear me down. The boss's daughter is coming in today to "interview" for the Controller position. The current Controller plans on telling her that he doesn't think she should take the job. I don't know whether that will change anything. At this point, I don't really care. I've done a bit of snooping online and found several open positions that would fit me. I don't plan on leaving in the next few months, but it is nice to know that there are places out there still hiring. It's funny because the boss thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread after all this drama went down. She's told me several times over the last two days that she doesn't know what she would do without me. Meanwhile, I'm slipping one foot out the door. It's weird.
I watched Snow Cake several weeks ago and thought it was a beautiful movie. I highly recommend it to anyone who has not yet seen it. For those unfamiliar with the plot, it is about a man who picks up a hitchhiking young girl. A large semi-truck hits his car and the girl dies, but he is not seriously injured. After he is released, he travels to the girl's hometown to apologize to her mother. When he arrives, he realizes that the girl's mother is autistic. He ends up spending a week with her in her home while he helps with funeral arrangements. One of the most poignant moments in the movie for me was a scene that occurs after the girl's funeral. Everyone has gone over to the mother's house, and she is very nervous about others being in her space because she's very particular. She has not really dealt with her daughter's death up to that point. At one point, she freaks out and runs into the living room to turn on the stereo. She plays an odd Japanese song and dances around the room while all of the people look at her in horror. They don't understand what she is doing, so someone tries to stop her. The woman's mother (the grandmother) steps in and tells everyone to just let her daughter dance. It is at this point that the autistic woman finally lets go of her daughter and remembers her in a happy way.
All of this explanation isn't necessary to enjoy the oddball song she played, though. There is no official soundtrack to the movie, but I managed to dig up the song, called "Notteru Ondo". I believe it translates as "Good Rhythm". At any rate, I love the song, and it has certainly made my crappy Tuesday morning better.
Here is the link to download it if you're interested in listening. I promise that it will make you laugh or at least smile, just give it a few seconds.
Work is still in a shitty place. I'm blocking it all out so the stress and tension don't wear me down. The boss's daughter is coming in today to "interview" for the Controller position. The current Controller plans on telling her that he doesn't think she should take the job. I don't know whether that will change anything. At this point, I don't really care. I've done a bit of snooping online and found several open positions that would fit me. I don't plan on leaving in the next few months, but it is nice to know that there are places out there still hiring. It's funny because the boss thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread after all this drama went down. She's told me several times over the last two days that she doesn't know what she would do without me. Meanwhile, I'm slipping one foot out the door. It's weird.
I watched Snow Cake several weeks ago and thought it was a beautiful movie. I highly recommend it to anyone who has not yet seen it. For those unfamiliar with the plot, it is about a man who picks up a hitchhiking young girl. A large semi-truck hits his car and the girl dies, but he is not seriously injured. After he is released, he travels to the girl's hometown to apologize to her mother. When he arrives, he realizes that the girl's mother is autistic. He ends up spending a week with her in her home while he helps with funeral arrangements. One of the most poignant moments in the movie for me was a scene that occurs after the girl's funeral. Everyone has gone over to the mother's house, and she is very nervous about others being in her space because she's very particular. She has not really dealt with her daughter's death up to that point. At one point, she freaks out and runs into the living room to turn on the stereo. She plays an odd Japanese song and dances around the room while all of the people look at her in horror. They don't understand what she is doing, so someone tries to stop her. The woman's mother (the grandmother) steps in and tells everyone to just let her daughter dance. It is at this point that the autistic woman finally lets go of her daughter and remembers her in a happy way.
All of this explanation isn't necessary to enjoy the oddball song she played, though. There is no official soundtrack to the movie, but I managed to dig up the song, called "Notteru Ondo". I believe it translates as "Good Rhythm". At any rate, I love the song, and it has certainly made my crappy Tuesday morning better.
Here is the link to download it if you're interested in listening. I promise that it will make you laugh or at least smile, just give it a few seconds.
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I was upset about it at first, but then last night when I realized it was still light at 7, I did a little Day Light Savings worship dance.
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I don't blame you for looking at other jobs! Although it is nice to be appreciated.
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