Monday, August 6, 2012
Not cool...So real...
Sunday, July 1, 2012
London Cloud
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Probably the most fucked up dream....
Last night, after having a long night working at the polls I had the most fucked up dream...or should I say nightmare. I was at my house just getting back from school when all of a sudden I see all these limos parked in my driveway. Long limos and a few Hummers and such, all in black and all shiney and brand new. I get in the house, tired as fuck just ready to lay down and enjoy the rest of the day. Right when I open the door, I look to the dining room and I see Mitt Romney himself sitting at a desk with a few people surrounding him. I notice my dad is flurying around with papers and my mom is no where to be found. Mitt is sitting there doing nothing and then starts to look in my direction. "Well, what the fuck are you doing young man? I need you to get to work. It is imperative that you do whatever I ask for the good of the country." My first reaction was to knock the shit out of this dude. Who is he, candidate or not, to tell me what to do in my own house? I know that my family is against him and especially my dad. So, why the hell would everyone be scouraging around working for him. What the heck is going on here? This can't be real. Then, all of a sudden he gets up and looks at me and says that if I don't do what he says, he's going to have me shot and killed. Really? What is going on here? I found myself to be a bit nervous and go over to my father and take him across the room to talk to him. "Dad, what the hell is going on here? Why is he running his campaign in our house?" My dad, for the first time in his life seemed to be scared, replied, "Let's just get this over with." Romney overheard us and turned his head in curiosity listening to the sound of us whispering and said, "...What was that?" My dad replied, "Nothing, sir. Just telling my son what he wants us to do for you." "Good", Romney replied. "I am going to do all I can to make this country a safer and more prosperous place and we don't need another four years of this black man in the white house." I replied, "Excuse me you motherfucker! You just care about money and have no intention of bringing jobs to the people. You plan on keeping the rich rich and the poor poor and just work for the top 1%. How is that bringing jobs to the people? You say you are for America, yet all you talk about is money and how you created jobs...you did not create jobs. You took away jobs from the people and when you gave them no choice but to either keep the jobs and get less pay, or to screw off and look somewhere else. Helping the American people? Sir, I beg to differ."
Not saying anything to me, Romney kept on looking at himself in the mirror to see if his retired-superhero-like hair was in place. This guy could care less about what I had to say. Little did he know that I broadcast this entire home invasion in the mirror he was looking in so the whole world could see what an ass he was making of himself; which of course wouldn't be a hard since he does that effortlessly.
Anyway, after leaving and trying to threaten us, the next day I turn on the MSNBC and the BBC just to see this asshole Romney in jail for threatening the people he swears to protect. Moron. God, dreams can be so fulfilling sometimes...
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Nightmare at Work...
It all started on a Saturday evening at work. Break time starts soon and customers are already in the theaters watching their respective movie. Working behind the concession stand, I decide to just fiddle around with my DROID RAZR MAXX and chat with a few workers. We begin talking about customers and how they can be so rude. Co-worker X states, "Man, that guy didn't even say thank you when I let him come in even though he didn't pay for his ticket!" I reply, "That's Santa Monica for you. People can be so rude here. Whenever something goes wrong, the first person to take the crap is us, the ones who have no control over the situation." I go on and mention a negative experience I have with a customer when my boss comes over to us and engages in our conversation. We are practically over-staffed that night and a few of us were asked if we wanted to go home. None of us wanted to go home so we keep talking about movies and customers and just anything to pass the time really.
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Leaning over the counter, my boss makes jokes that we all started laughing to. And--[bump] [bump]. And...we just start figuring out if we should just order something or go out individually and get food. Luckily I had my food upstairs so just had to run up and grab it.
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Am I hearing things? Anyway, I go upstairs to grab my lunch and continue talking to the ones present. I say, "Do you guys hear something?" The manager replies, "It's probably from that movie. We've been getting a lot of complaints from people regarding the loudness. I had to move it to another room because having an action film next to a romantic comedy...just doesn't mix." And then I notice that the carpet of the theater is moving up and down like the ocean on a windy day. I think to myself, What the fuck is going on here...And of course that is when everyone notices what is going on and it is too late. But then...
It went away...
And then, out of nowhere the entire lobby turned to dark and the room flipped upside down as easily as a weight. We all got together wondering what was happening and then all of a sudden the chandeliers on the ceiling begin excreting fire. It was as if we were in hell. Yes, for those of you I know work can be hell, but this really was hell! We all begin holding hands in desperation and surround one of the now-fire-lighting chandeliers and are almost in a warship position. It is what looks like an evil gathering that is taking place and we are sacrificed for some evil god. Then, we all are floating in the air surrounding it and look as how sky divers look when they all hold hands to form a circle. People all of a sudden start to disappear around us. We yell for help but no one seems to hear us, or respond. One of us is engulfed by a flame and then another and then another. All I wanted to do was just go home but there was no way out.
The manger was the first to go and his death was just horrific! First he was sucked into the fire, and then he was what looked to be slowly vaporizing in front of our very eyes. There was nothing we were able to do but just hope that whatever happened to him, wouldn't reach us. I begin to wish that I had gotta food from elsewhere instead of already bringing my own. When we notice a customer come out and ask for more popcorn, he is suddenly engulfed by the flame and is never heard from again. After this happens, the room goes back to normal and customers are in the lobby yelling at us to keep the noise down.
Hmm...what is the moral of this dream? Not to talk bad about customers or we will have dire consequences? Who knows...but I'm glad I survived. It was not cool at all...