No Job, 3:10 to Yuma and Old Folks

I was ever so productive today - yeah right.

First, this morning I talked to the company that I have had 4 interviews with in the past few months. Yes, 4 fucking interviews and they have yet to tell me to hit the road or hire me. They are really starting to piss me off. Of course my ex-boss keeps telling me to remain patient and that I need to realize that the bigger companies such as this one that I have been speaking with are sometimes slow to react. Well, I say they need to shit or get off the pot because I am about done playing games. Of course, I cannot really tell them I am tired of them jerking my chain since, afterall, I am without employment at the time. But it still pisses me off.

Now, since it was actually supposed to rain today (which it did not), and I was pissed off about not being able to get this job offer yet - I decided to got the movies and sulk in a bag of popcorn, some chocolate covered raisins and a big ass soda. So, I took a shower, brushed my hair, put on a bra and headed to town. 3:10 to Yuma was my next stop.

My life has become so mundane that I found myself flirting with the guy working the concession stand. Oh yes, yes - I did. I placed my order and his helper girl told me that they were out of butter - just so I knew. Before I could stop myself, I scrunched up my nose, made a pouty face and told the popcorn guy that it was okay, I knew it wasn't really butter. Then I smiled (oh, I forgot to mentioned I also whitened my teeth this morning) and told him I knew it was really oil wasn't it. He said yes, to which I replied that there were better things to put oil on than popcorn. How bad it that. He did get what I was implying though, and grinned and agreed that yes, there were better things to put oil on. *SIGH* I have become a lonely housewife flirting with the twenty-somethingish guy who probably still lives in his parents' basement.

Okay, now on to the movie itself - well almost.

Am I the only one who was shocked that most of the people at the 1:15 movie on a Tuesday afternoon are all over the age of 60 (well, except me)? And that they, apparently, like to talk during the entire movie. The ladies behind me seemed to think that they knew exactly what was going to happen next (which, by the way, they did not). And there was this couple sitting to my right. During the previews the wife asked the husband if the movie was going to be violent. Except she said "violet". Her husband corrected her several times emphasizing that she ment viOleNt, not violet - making very sure that he pointed out the O and the N in the word. It was falling on deaf ears.

As I sat there mulling what my life has become - listening to the old folks watching the commericals and previews - what comes up on the screen, but an ad for a local a capella group. The ad asked if we knew that there was an award winning a capella group in the area. Why no, no I did not. But before I could even care, up on the screen comes about 100 men all dressed the same singing a song about someone loving them and nobody believing that this person loved them. Gosh, color me surprised. Then the camera panned in for a close-up shot of these men. I about choked on my popcorn. You should have seen the faces they were making as they sang. It was way over-the-top. Their eyes would get very big and they would make these twisted animated faces. One of the ladies behind me exclaimed, "My heavens, they appear to be in pain." I couldn't stop giggling after that. I mean seriously, I had tears streaming down my face and every time they'd show another close-up someone in the audience would snicker - which really sent me into fits. I couldn't stop.

Luckily the movie started shortly thereafter and I was able to compose myself. Aside from the commentary from the the old ladies that thought they were Angela Landsbury or something - the movie was very good. I have always liked Russel Crow and Christian Bale ain't too bad to look at either. So if you get a hankerin' for a decent Western, I'd recommend 3:10 to Yuma. However, I'd not suggest seeing it in the middle of the week, in the middle of the afternoon. On second thought, yes I would. Because maybe then I'd have better company. LOL