Beautiful Imperfection

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Yesterday, I was so tired when I get home. I had been in concession at work, and three new movies just came out. Plus, they’re showing this thing called Cirque Du Soleil — a concert. It’s been busy. So when I got home, I just crashed on my bed. I didn’t see anyone…just came in my room, laid down, and went straight to sleep.

Today, I got to work at 9:30am. I knew it was going to be a long day. No sooner I walked in, it was time to do business. People were ready – morning people rather. It was slow at first, then it got busy. But that didn’t stop my boss from calling me in to ops to ask me how I felt about box office. I told him I loved it, and he said he’d work on getting me more hours in there. Yes! I do love box office, and almost everyone else hates it. I love it because it’s less hectic than the concession stand, ushering, and guest services. You only have to focus on two things. That’s selling tickets and greeting the guest with a smile. Some others hate it because when it’s slow, they might be the only person in box and they have no one to talk to. But that’s perfectly fine with me.

Anyway, I saw House Bunny yesterday. It was pretty funny. That’s all I can say about it. It was really nothing to write at length about.

But I saw Death Race today, and it was amazing. That’s another great movie to come out this year. It sort of reminds me of the movies Saw and Texas Chainsaw Massacre, because of the life & death games and the mask. Except in this movie it’s a metal mask, not a leather one. It was insane. The man’s wife gets murdered, the killer maces him and knocks him out, plants the knife in his hand and frames him for it. He’s sent to prison for life, only to meet a lady warden who’s just fucking nuts. She gives him a choice. He can either accept his life sentence and let his daughter believe he killed her mother and live with a new foster father and mother. Or he can enter a deadly race against other prisoners [as a way to gain his freedom] and risk losing his life in a rigged up race car that’s a mighty powerful weapon. And he will race not as himself, but as a former, disfigured prisoner known as Frankenstein who had died on the operating table. He will be able to conceal his identity from Frankenstein’s internet fans by wearing a mask that Frankenstein wore to hide his disfigured face.

It’s an awesome movie. Today was actually my second time seeing it. I saw it previously at our employee screening, but I just had to see it again.

Anyway, my dogs are crazy. For one, I need to cut their nails because they are razor sharp. Brandy scratched me on my back, and it bled. Both of them, Shorty and Brandy, have long, sharp nails. But I’m scared to cut them because I’ve never done it before and for fear of cutting into a blood vessel. And I don’t have the money to take them to a professional.

But back to the crazy part. First, it was Brandy that would always get out of the fence. She did it like four or five times, and she’d come to the front door. Now it’s Shorty.

Shorty climbs the fence, not jump it. She climbs it. I guess she’s in heat, so she’s acting like an idiot. There’s two dogs that come around here – a black Pittbull and a tan mutt. They’re always snooping around the side of the house and stirring shit up. They’re itching for an ass whooping. That’s who Shorty is looking for when she climbs that fence and takes off down the street. My grandmother said she almost got hit the other day by a car. So, now they’re chained up in the backyard.