...and through some miracle of fate, the one theater in Wichita showing it is the closest megaplex to my house.
Three guesses what I just got back from watching. (And I'm only going to ignore three pieces of canon if I add it to my RP timeline.)
SPN - ASDFJKL; KRIPKE YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD THEY NEEDED TO BREAK NOT SHATTER!!!11!!!!11 GAH!
CSI: NY - It's going to be Angell, isn't it.
Damnit, I was hoping for Monroe.
30 is too damned old to be trying to learn how to type properly.
I got a haircut yesterday. Walked in, told the stylist to cut it as short as it'd go without becoming a buzzcut, and almost had a panic attack at my first look at the work in progress (I remember thinking 'all I need now is a lightning shaped scar'). Turned out good, though.
Granted, I have gone from just-past-shoulder length to the shortest it's been since I was a baby, but from everyone's reactions, you'd think it was the most important thing to have happened ever.
Good news - Transfer went through this week. Co-workers and managers who treat me like a person, not a braindead screwup. Also am allowed to wear my mp3 player during my shift. *grins*
(Slightly) bad news - Seems I'm working six days a week now, rather than the four a week at the previous location. Good for my bank account. Not so good for having much of a life outside th' job, though.
I hate my workplace.
My managers have, so far:
-told me several things about my job that I have later been informed "No, that's not how you do that."
-assured me that the important paperwork for SSI I needed them to fill out by a certain date would be taken care of, when in fact, it wasn't.
-insisted that I was mad about something when I wasn't (though I get this from quite a few people, for some unknown reason).
-this week's schedule (which normally goes up Wed. morning/afternoon) was apparently posted sometime late Friday. After 2 in the afternoon, because that's when I went in find out what happened with the SSI paperwork. They still had last week's up, and silly me, I neglected to check the dates as well as the times. End result, I didn't work Friday night even though I was suppose to. (The only reason I was not called about this, they said, was because it wound up being a far slower night than normal.)
-and in general, made me feel like a useless fucking cunt who can't do a single goddamned thing right, no matter how hard I try.
I'm checking about transferring to the other store (smaller and a bit farther from home, but the people there are are easier to get along with), but I'd have to switch from full-time third shift to part-time second and third shifts. Provided the part-time is more than 20 hours a week and I can keep my insurance, I'm going to go for it.
...then again, too many more nights like these and I'll go for it regardless.