I know I've been bad about updating. I don't even really know what I've been doing. Reading a lot. I read Murakami's Wild Sheep Chase, two crappy mysteries (a Rex Stout and a Jonathon Kellerman), and the new Harry Potter book. I'm also about 700 pages into The First Man of Rome. I went to the library on Wednesday, and I kind of felt like a little thief. You know, I'm walking in there and I pick up all these books I know I can't afford to buy, and then I go home with them.

No real word on the job front. No one seems to know what's up with the guy I wrote about before. He had wanted to hire two people, but he only called one person, and he didn't hire her. So I don't know what his deal is. I went to another temp agency yesterday and did all the tests. It was a Microsoft Word test, an Excel test, and a typing test. The thing is, for the Word and Excel tests, you can sort of try out things and guess until you get it right, so even though I have no idea what a mail merge is, I could create one. I even wrote macros. I also typed 56 words a minute, which is faster than I think I can really type. I just got into a groove. They also give you a test with simple arithmetic (which I probably failed) and a test where they give you a list of words and tell whether they are misspelled or not. That shit was hard. They all started blending together into one big misspelled word. I'm not really looking to work in proofreading, though. The application process is sort of fun, but I really need to get a job out of all this. Almost everyone I know is having a hard time, so I don't feel so bad. One girl went back to college for the summer since she couldn't find a job anyway. The economy sucks.

I start at the movie theater today. I've probably forgotten how to do everything, and I can't even find my shirt. It's been almost a year since I worked there, but I still know three of the managers. We'll see how it goes. At least I'm not starting Friday night (or worse, Sunday afternoon. Why are people so bitchy on Sundays?)

It's funny, though, my best memories at the theater are from Sundays, even though the work itself sucked. It was always Ashley, Robert, Scotty, Andrew, Elizabeth and me working and it seemed like all the funny stuff happened on Sundays. The time we ran out of popcorn oil and couldn't make popcorn for two hours? That was Sunday. The time Ashley fell through the ceiling (well, that's only funny in retrospect. At the time it was really scary)? That was Sunday. I miss loving to go to work. I worked with such great people when I started, and even though it was hard work I loved it. I fought with my manager about getting taken out of concession and put in the box office because I was so lonely. Concession was a lot more work, but it was fun. Now I don't even know what I'd do if they put me in concession. Curl up and die. I'm too old for that shit.