Good tired

So tired... but in a good way this time.  Not in the 75hr work week way, like on Thursday.  Amazingly, I managed both Friday and today off.  Unfortunately on Friday, after last week, I couldn't stop thinking about work.  Employee schedules, delivery schedules, training the projectionist on the new digital 3D projectors, the ceiling that collapsed Thursday night when the roof sprung a leak...  It had been so long since I had any significant time off at all, let alone a full day, I didn't know what to do with myself.  I spent most of the day wandering around in a daze.  Of course, it didn't help that they kept calling about every other hour with some question or another.

That night I snapped out of it enough to go see Kiso's show in Denver.  It's closing next month and it was probably going to be my only chance to see it.  It was way good, and even though the audience energy was way low, the actors kept theirs up.  I stopped by Kiso's place long enough to say hi before heading back up so I could be up early to get the house cleaned up for some realtors who were coming by in the morning.  Turned out to be a total waste because they came an hour early, right about the time I was getting started.

After that, the day went a little better, which is why I'm tired in a good way.  Three hours in the car, one sister-in-law's birthday, running around climbing and playing with my 9 year old nephew, and swiming in the hotsprings.  It was awesome.  And there wasn't a single call from the theatre all day.

A random thing to know

When electricity was considered an imponderable substance, it was thought to be some sort of intangible fluid.  Because of that, many electrical terms are based on hydraulic analogies like electric current and the flow of electricity.

Okay, it's not so much something I learned as it is something I just realized and thought it was cool.

Even cooler is the realization that even today we still have imponderables.  Like electricity and heat in the 16th century they are mysterious substances that we barely understand and can't even detect except through indirect observation of their effects on the real world.  Substances like Dark Matter and Dark Energy.

Hazing the new boss

We're well into it now as upper management tries to gauge how gullible I am and how much extra work they can convince me is usual for this position.  As if I won't notice that these various reports they're demanding be done every week are labeled 'monthly such-and-such report'.  They also tried to cut my payroll budget by about 15%.  Normally I wouldn't take crap like that, but right now I'm too tired to care.  I haven't had a day off since I took on the General Managership however many weeks ago it was, and I've put in an average of about 65hrs a week.  So instead of wasting energy by arguing and raising hell, I'm considering just quitting.

Nyar! Ties BAD!!

Frickin' uniform.  Some days the worst thing about this whole General Manager deal is the fact that I have to wear a tie.  And just in case that isn't bad enough, it's a clip-on tie.  I don't know how it can be possible, but it feels like the clip-on is restricting the blood flow to my brain even more than a normal tie does.

Today I'm rebelling.  Today I brought in my own tie, which I must tie myself.  My tie has Doctor Doom on it.

I've got a pretty decent collection of awful ties.  They're how I try to defy convention even on those occasions when convention is required (in tie form).  All of them are about as aesthetically painful as Doom, or worse.  Heh heh heh.

Dreamscapes

I finally got around to seeing Inception last night, and it was indeed awesome.  My enthusiasm couldn't even be dampened by the all-too-familiar glazed eyed expression I received when I tried to tell Geoff about it when I got home.  It was fast-paced and expertly put together to keep the audience in the loop as to what was going on simultaneously in each dream world.  The various twists at the end were amazing.

My favorite parts were those where they had to interact with each others' subconscious projections, even fighting with their own.  The idea of what something or someone represents to us on an unconscious level is fascinating to me.  I really liked The Cell and What Dreams May Come for the same reasons.  Where are we in our minds, when we dream?  Who are we in the stories of our lives?  Am I the hero or the villain, or just a bystander?  Who are my allies and who is my nemesis, if I have any of either?

Just more evidence of my dream obsessions...