dan likes my music

he just sent out another newsletter saying one of the new bands he's into is spinto band. i feel like we're mentally connected. when will he know that i am his match in every way?

i sound like a fan girl. *sigh*

off to meet sanfranlady at sammy's noodle shop. she's from the dan radcliffe forum. i'm actually going to meet someone i met off of the internet. we are both unhealthily obsessed with a seventeen year old british boy famous for playing the boy wizard. i need help.

krock

well hey

long time no write. i hate blogs. i never keep up with them and nothing i write inside is remotely interesting. i don't have the 'savvy' to pull off being clever for you people.

i am going through some wierd harry potter thing. i'm currently infatuated with daniel radcliffe. yeah, because you wanted to know that. so...there you go.

and that's all you'll get from me right now.

bye.

krock

nyc transit strike

I don't know whether or not to be supportive of the transit workers. alls i know is that i'm aching from head to foot from my 150 block trek from home (190/b'way) to work (42nd/8th ave). i have an unlimited metro card rendered usless, people aren't showing up to work, which puts most of the burden on my shoulders (why can't i just be a slacker and stay home?) and being broke and not being able to ride a cab is depressing at two o'clock in the morning when you're facing a daunting two hour walk back to your abode.

krock


p.s., i bought my first christmas tree for my first apt and decorated it myself. i'm in love with it, and its not coming down until april dammit!

king kong blah dee blah

So I get to work at 10 am. have to check in, show my i.d. and get a colored wrist band so that i may come and go as i please. (my uniform wasn't good enough for some reason) have to pull hundreds of promotional king kong cups and bags onto the floors in addition to over 300 cases (that's 24 to a case) of bottled soda and water. one bottle for each of the 4000 people that would be coming through our doors. there is already a MASSIVE security presence, not to mention plain clothes and uniformed police officers. industry peeps and universal studios reps running around with headset microphones and cell phones and walkie talkies. they are setting up metal detectors on each of the four levels (atleast six to a level).

i'm short on stock team members, so i'm basically hauling all this stuff by myself until i scream at one of my managers to pull a few of the ushers to help me.

THEN i find out that ALL the celebrities are going to the loews across the street. only press and invited fans would be darkening our red carpeted door step.

a ) because in the movie the theatre they use where king kong escapes into new york is the loews theatre

b ) our theatre is so large with more auditoriums and seats per aditorium, that it would make sense for the larger crowd to be sent to us

still kinda bummed me out though. all that hard work, and not one famous face do i get to see. with the exception of the access hollywood dude.

at one point we almost ran out of popcorn. so i had to run up and down stairs (the guests were occupying the passenger elevators and the frieght was turned off for security purposes) with boxes of popping oil over my shoulder and bags of pre-popped popcorn.then, at the end, because all the free cups, bags, and sodas we were giving away needed to be inventoried, i had to re-collect what we didn't use and count and sort them.

and the animatronic king kong was put on time sq. instead of hung from our balcony. amc got the sh*t end of the stick, as usual. but, i guess it was still a fun night. it was chaos but dammit i survived.

my manager is a dumb ass. he didn't know half of what he was talking about, and not only was he confusing the shit outta me, he was confusing himself.

it was hard work and i'm tired. goodnight.

radio city music hall blah

my first two days there were utter shite. they're training program is ass. its the most unorginized, half-assed training i've ever had on a job. they take you around and wave their hands, giving you a vague and general idea of whatever the fuck it is you're supposed to do.

BUT, i've had supervisoral experience before in merchandise. so, i figure i can handle the shit. WRONG. the counting and re-stocking crap ain't so bad, but it's the knowing what the fuck to do with you're paperwork at the end of the night that's ass. the procedure wasn't COMPLETELY explained to us. and then i don't know where a lot of crap is, or where to go get it. there's a whole lingo you gotta know. am i complaining? hell no. i'm a trooper, i can do this.

so last night, my third night, was one of the better ones i've had. my paperwork was still ass, cause i was over AGAIN, but all in all it was cool.

the best thing about working there is that i get to ride the elevator with camels and sheep.

f*ck head

so today my building manager sean (nice little irish sprite, i'm not angry with HIM) comes to my apt. to see what needs fixing. so while he's plunging away at my sink, he's telling me that my lanlord has come up to the building a couple of times asking about my sister and i.

apparently, he's a little miffed because he believes for some reason that we'd gone to court lodging complaints against him after he'd 'tried to be nice to us.' what actually happened was that kendra and i were terrified we were about to be told we were being evicted, and the lawyer gave us good news in the form of a longer deadline. which we are totally greatful for. shit, i was all smiles and relief. HIS LAWYER asked if there was anything in the apt. that needed fixing and i said (truthfully) that there was a small leak in the cieling that needed looking at. and that was IT. i didn't rant or rave or make threats or even talk to the judge for more than a few seconds as he explained the process to me and told me goodluck. THAT'S it. and this guy is annoyed because he thinks hes being nice and we're being ungrateful. such an asshole.

so i called him up on the phone he never answers and left him a message he's not going to return explaining to him what actually happened at the courthouse (as he obviously wasn't there) and telling him that we are greatful for the longer deadline and that my sister and i are doing everything we can to get him his money and no complaints were lodged. i was just answering his lawyers question. we had a freaking leak in our cieling i thought needed attention. i can't wait to get out of this lease and start over again.

god, i promise i'll be smarter next time. just give me another chance.

nona gaye

been thinking about her a lot lately. very beautiful woman. is sort of inspiring my writing. perfect visualization of a character in my screenplay.

my laundry is wet because the drier in my buildings basement is crap on a stick. it was blowing out luke warm air. no one to be found to complain to.

must wash dirty dishes. sink is clogged up. disgusting, greasy, bacteria infested water freaks me out everytime i think of tackling the job. dishes pile up. i'm usually very clean. oh well.

somewhat scared about starting at Radio City Music Hall. the 'training' left me with no sense of direction. needless to say i am less than sure footed going in.

AMC has made me power hungry though. i keep wanting to impress people with all my responsibility. i have control. i say when i work. i say how i work. i have more freedom than most of the herd. and if i keep up the good work, i might get promoted. well whatever.

King Kong comes to AMC Dec. 1st. i am as excited as a weetle girl. it will be interesting to be apart of a red carpet event. to see that many celebrities and industry folk gathered in one spot. the media. interesting. antonio snores. i have to work in the morning. goodnight.