12 March
At one point yesterday, The Raccoon told me that The Temp had been asking about what it was like working at The Company That Must Not Be Named, and she had told her about some various interpersonal relationships, including how badly she and I had gotten along when she first started!
"You were so mean! You wouldn't talk to me and you wouldn't look at me and whenever I talked to you, you would just grunt! And I was practically in tears because I didn't know why you
hated me so much!"
"I thought you hated ME! You would just look at me and I thought you just loathed me!"
"I didn't know what I had done to make you hate me so! I had just started and had no idea what I was doing, and Diane was doing HR stuff, so it was like I was all alone!"
"I must say that I found your
alphabetizing expense reports by first name very upsetting!"
She told me that the look on her face wasn't one of sullen hatred, as I had thought, it's just how her face looks when she is in unfamiliar situations. And then we talked about how Diane talked to me about getting along with her better, and so we did.
And we sat there for like half an hour, laughing hysterically about how we didn't get along! Who would have ever thought it?
I went out to lunch yesterday afternoon, and I walk out of the front door of the building while reading, as per usual, took about two steps and stopped stock still.
It was so unbearably beautiful out that it just took my breath away. So, in order to celebrate, I went to Coliseum Books and bought the new hardcover 25th anniversary edition of The Princess Bride.
I asked the guy at the counter where it was after searching fruitlessly (I wonder where Ruth is? Sorry, wrong joke.) for fifteen minutes and he said "The Princess Bride...wasn't that a movie?"
Sigh. I mean, the movie's pretty good and all, but it is by far a better book, about a million times better. Anyway, it was in the Miscellany section, which makes sense, as it's kind of hard to shoehorn The Princess Bride into any one puny category.
I was going to take it home and put it on the shelf with all of the other books that I have yet to read, but I couldn't stop myself from tearing off the plastic and starting to read it right away.
"Chapter One, The Bride..."
After work I went to see Just the Ticket at the SAG screening, postponed from Monday due to a flood in the theatre. An omen.
Not that it was a particularly bad movie, it was just a different movie every ten minutes. It couldn't decide if it was a light romantic comedy about Andy Garcia and Andie McDowell or if it was a quirky comedy about ticket scalper or if it was a darker drama about ticket scalpers.
All of the elements were good, but they just didn't mesh. And whose idea was it to have Southern-fried Andie McDowell have this big old New York family? It was as though she was adopted by them at the age of thirty, she so totally didn't fit.
Andy Garcia is right up there in the top five sexiest guys who have ever lived, though, so how bad could it be?
Center Beth of The Center Cannot Hold ain't Center Beth no more!
Now she's Melissa (her actual real and true name, and what I called her by when I met her in person a couple of weeks ago, though I felt as though I was calling her by her Secret Spy name or something) and her journal has been redesigned and is called Planning A Sky.
Check it out!
Today's horoscope:
You and your beloved need to balance a lighthearted approach with a more intense commitment. Find a middle ground.
One year ago today:
My wedding cake will be strawberry shortcake.
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