Many things happen

How long has it been since I posted last?  I forget.  At least a week.  It's been a busy week.  First off, I had a dream which I will talk about later.

Next, the district manager was in town interviewing potential assistant managers and terrorizing the boss and myself.  The boss began with 'Sorry I dropped the ball on [insert arbitrary unfinished task here]', until he found something wrong he could loosely pin on me, then used that as a spring board to assign ultimate blame for everything.  Then he told me I needed to come in on my night off to help out with the Midnight show of Sex & the City 2.

I showed up while everybody was wandering around trying to remember how to deal with Midnight shows.  I told everybody where they needed to be and what they needed to do while organizing all the promotional decorations and givaways.  No problems whatsoever; I excel at organized chaos.  Am I bragging?  Heck yes.

Thursday was my other day off, which I spent digging holes, cutting wood, and doing other yardwork-oriented chores.  Then I made the greivous mistake of wandering into the theatre for five minutes to get a free drink.  Some time around minute number four, alarms started going off from the projection booth.  Unable to resist the instict to help, I wandered upstairs.  By the time I got there, they'd figured out that one of the belts had broken on the projector.  As I stood there dirty, sunburnt and tired, two unfortunate facts flashed through my mind:

1. The last time a belt broke it took me two hours to take apart the projector and replace it.

2. I'm the only one there who's ever replaced a broken belt.

The boss promised that he'd make up the extra time to me this week.  Apparently his idea of making it up to me was to forget that I'd asked for a short closing shift Monday, so that I could spend some time with my family up in Wyoming, and scheduled me for a ten-hour opening shift.  He wanted to take Memorial Day off, it seemed.  A little wheeling and dealing with the rest of the crew let me at least land a regular closing shift.

Wyoming was beautiful, and we all enjoyed it by going out to play golf.  We did pretty well for ourselves, losing only five balls.  It's hard to tell for sure though, since we somehow lost the scorecard as well.  For dinner we had chicken nuggets and chocolate cake by request of my nephew the eight-year-old birthday boy.  Now it's nose to the grind again though.