Monday, March 29, 2010

The Tracks of My Tears: March 23

This is a bit late now, but, since I still haven't watched any tear-jerkers to post about, I figured I'd do a Tracks of My Tears about real life. In this case, last Tuesday.

I'd been working a job for around 3 weeks and the manager and assistant managers all liked me and had suggested I apply for full-time positions when they came up. I'd been asked a few times to work with the full-timers in the office while most of the temps were out in the warehouse. Basically, even though a lot of the stuff we did was kinda boring and/or completely ridiculous (peeling labels off of flash drives comes to mind), I liked the people there and was growing fond of the place.

Then, on Monday, working late in the office, it came up that some mistakes had been found in the work we'd done the week before. I got a little nervous, but knew it couldn't have been me...

...Tuesday morning, one of the supervisors pulls me aside. I assume I'm just going to be working in the office again. Then he pulls aside the guy I'd been working with last week. I think: Oh, fuck.

As movies would lead me to believe (think Up in the Air, perhaps), the two of us go into the office and meet all three manager-types and a dude from HR. They show us the mistakes. I say I don't want to 'throw the guy under the bus' but that those are his mistakes. He says they are his mistakes.

They give some BS about how maybe there are more mistakes and blah blah blah annnnnnd no more job for either of us, even though he fully admitted that all the mistakes were all his. Awesome. Did I mention that, having only worked there for 3 weeks, I'm not eligible for unemployment?

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Sunday, March 14, 2010

Filming in the Gaps: The Breakfast Club

A friend recently began a monthly movie club where each person puts a name of an actor, actress, director, whatever into a hat, we randomly select one, make a list of that person's movies, then vote on a top 3 and watch them (or one or two of them, we'll see...). For our first meeting, having not already voted on anything, she elected to show us the Breakfast Club, which like 99% of people have already seen, but I had not.

I'm not sure why I never saw so many movies that are so much a part of people's lives (I'll name some more when I finally watch them, but, trust me, there are a lot of them), except that I wasn't really cool or into much of anything when I was young and apparently didn't know anyone who watched these things either. The first thing I really remember watching when I was younger was the State and that remains the most vivid entertainment-related memory from my 'youth'. Maybe it's because I'm an only child? I just don't know why I wasn't watching 'classic' films when everyone else apparently was, but, I do have an explanation for why it's not easy to remedy the situation.


Ad Absurdum

Saw an Elyria Hyundai commercial yesterday where they show a pug barking but the audio is supposed to be it telling you about Elyria Hyundai. They didn't seem to care to try to line it up so that the mouth movements matched the audio AT ALL, but I guess it wouldn't be a funny local ad without something being off. Unfortunately, I couldn't find this latest one on YouTube, but, lucky us, they have a YouTube account and posted one from a month ago.



This reminded me of the "4 Day 4 Day 4 Day Sale" commercials with a golden retriever puppy 'singing' that some internet research has told me were for Time Warner Cable and were just awful. I tried hard to track one down, but failed. The memory of that horrible 'tune' lives on, however.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Filming in the Gaps

I watch a lot of movies, but I mostly watch contemporary movies and for quite a long time have tended to ignore a lot of movies that seemingly everyone has seen. I didn't watch "Brat Pack" movies, for example. So, I'm going to make an effort to fill in some of the gaping holes in my film knowledge.

Where shall I begin?