Work

For the last few weeks, I had a... well, I suppose it would be a part time job, because, even though i actually worked there full time, it only lasted for two weeks. So part time.

It was at a university bookstore, and I discovered something.

Being a cashier is one of the most fake, intimate, thought-provoking, and generally enlightening things ever. Plus it builds nerve and people skills.

Seriously.

FAKE: The entire experience is fake. I don't really care all that much if these people are doing well. I don't care if they have a nice day. I don't know them. I like them, I suppose, but if they are having a horrible day, then the only way it will affect me is if they are nasty to me. And then I won't like them anyway.

INTIMATE: Despite being, on the surface, fake, it is also incredibly intimate. Most of them give me their CREDIT CARD, which in today's culture, has and is nearly everything that represents them. I am holding and handling their credit card.

THOUGHT-PROVOKING: Generally all the things that make it intimate make it thought provoking. I am responsible for their happiness at this very moment. I could take a large amount of their money, forcing them to interrupt their day tomorrow and complain to Returns. I am powerful and knowledgeable in their eyes. I have the knowledge of The Cash Machine. The little tag around my neck gives me knowledge. It's kind of a scary thought.

ENLIGHTENING: it is a fantastic way to people-watch. I know a lot I didn't know about man in general. Unfortunately it is hard to put into words, and is more just a *feeling* of enlightenment.

NERVE AND PEOPLE SKILLS: I flagged down a waitress at a restaurant yesterday!!! This may not seem like much, but, having previously no nerve, I wouldn't have done it.

Huzzah!

New Years...

Happy New Years, all!

I have no resolutions. Is that sad? Yeah, it probably is. That or really arrogant.

Oh, wait. I'd really like to finish all my schoolwork by May. So that's one.

I can see where this is heading. I'm going to continue to write about my resolutions, and by the end of this post I will have lots. But frankly, I'm bored, and I don't want to talk about my lack of resolutions. We'll leave it at one.

Oh, oh, I just remembered something!!! Oh, I want to talk about it! Huzzah!

So basically, I was reading Famous Magazine, (I collect them. Because they're free and easy to get) and in the back they always have the magazine 'asking the readers' something. And this month (or actually it was December) they asked them:

WHAT MOVIE'S ENDING DISAPPOINTED YOU THE MOST?

And there were various comments. The first two I didn't know. The second two were, frankly, somewhat stupid. (Casablanca and Julie and Julia)

But the third... well, the third was spectacular.

SWEENEY TODD. LOVETT + SWEENEY IS SUPPOSED TO EQUAL TRUE LOVE AND SEXYTIMES, NOT THROAT-SLITTING-FEST/HUMAN BARBECUE.

What


The


Heck?

Okay, first of all. Person, did you READ the script? The plot synopsis? The reviews? The TAGLINE? What about these things led you to believe that Sweeney + Lovett = true love and sexytimes?

Also, when has Sweeney + Lovett EVER equalled true love and sexytimes. That's right. Never. It always means throat-slitting-fest/human barbecue.

Now, maybe you meant Depp + Bonham-Carter = true love and sexytimes. But, in my experience, Depp + Bonham-Carter usually means that Tim Burton is doing something twisted, and he can't get anyone but his wife and Johnny Depp to do it.

Okay. And even if you went into the movie entirely unprepared, without ever seeing a movie, what about the REST of the movie made you think it would have a happy ending? Or, indeed, any ending other than throat-slitting-fest/human barbecue?

I could rant about this for hours, but I have to go to work. So tell me.

What do you think? Am I biased and irrational to assume that EVERYONE knows the ending to Sweeney Todd by looking at the poster? Did you guess the end (or at least that the end would be unhappy)?

Let me know.