Looks like the Town Cryer gig is official - i've been told to keep the articles coming. Up next is thoughts on E3, then followedprobably by my review for Oblivion (And man, that is gonna be hard to bring in in 400-500 words - more like a couple of thousand). I love it though.
Now to rant for a bit. Good friend Deeanne brought a job to my attention earlier this week, and I appreciate the effort, I really do. I'm debating whether or not i'm going to bother sitting down and trying to type up a resume. Apparently there's Data entry involved, and i'm told there's some formal sales, maybe some letterhead design, none of which i'm really cut for. Sarah doesn't seem to understand this fact - and having certain people come to me every two weeks and tell me "I need to look for something" really pisses me off to no end. we have food on our table, we have a roof over our heads, we have clothes on our backs, and bill collectors usually leave us alone. I just don't understand why everyone I know outside of my own parents seem to think i'm involved in some intense job hunt. It's not that I don't appreciate their efforts, but at the same time id like a little more support for what i'm doing right now! I'm happy to get up and go to work - the bullshit tolerance factor is very low, i'm selling something i'm very knowledgable of, and i don't come home from work ready to murder anyone. I don't want to blow my own trumpet or stroke my own ego here - but of all of the Video game retail outlets on this freakin rock in the North Atlantic i call home, i have yet to see another person in this damn field who has the degree of background knowledge i have (clerks, managers, owners, whatever). I love this industry, i love at least 2/3rds of the clientele, and i love not having to worry about what i'm wearing, or being clean shaven every day, or having to meet sales projections or sell "X" quantities of product "Y" within a certain span of time. I care about the business i work for, even if i don't have a personal claim to stake, and while i may not be paid what some may think i'm worth, i'm treated with respect, and yeah, fuck it, i have pride in what i do. It's frustrating to have want ad clippings stuffed in my face, or people constantly talking to me about work with this hint of "he could do so much better" pity in their voices. I don't need your pity. I could be answering phones, constantly being bitched at by Americans who can't figure out why their cel phone bills are so high. I could be stressed at the thought of HAVING to sell 20 customer cards, or having to get at least 10 people an hour to sign up for an MBNA visa. To have a job that pays my bills, and keeps me from committing homicide or ripping what's left of my hair from my scalp is more than enough for me right now. Are there people out there making more than me? Friggin right! Are there people out there making less? A hell of a lot more of them than the guys making more, i can tell ya that! I'm not delusional, i know where i'm workin' I know i ain't curing Cancer or saving the world, but we can't all be superheroes. You come to me, you get service without the corporate "how may I help you today sir or madam while grinning like a jackass" bullshit. I won't steer you wrong, i won't sell you shit you don't want, because i don't want you pissed off at me, if anything, i WANT you to come back, i WANT you to say, "Goddamn Steve, that game you sold me was tight!" I want you to tell your friends, "That guy Steve up at Microplay, he knows his shit, he's a straight shooter! He won't feed you crap and try to sell you Army Men: sarge's Heroes, and dammit, he's a swell guy to talk to!" I just can't see me showing up for work in a suit and tie, grinning like a fool while towing the corporate line. Not my scene.
Enough of that nonsense. I'll leave you with a reading from the book of Graves:
Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, pal! Jesus, there you go trying to pass the buck. I'm the source of all your misery. Who closed the store to play hockey? Who closed the store to go to a wake? Who tried to win back his ex girlfriend without even discussing how he felt with his present one? You wanna blame somebody? Blame yourself. "I'm not even supposed to be here today." You sound like an asshole! Jesus, nobody twisted your arm to be here. You're here of your own volition. You like to think the weight of the world rests on your shoulder. Like this place would fall apart if Dante wasn't here. Jesus, you overcompensate for having what's basically a monkey's job. You push fucking buttons. Anybody can just waltz in here and do our jobs. You-You're so obsessed with making it seem so much more epic, so much more important than it really is. Christ, you work in a convenience store, Dante! And badly, I might add! I work in a shitty video store, badly as well. You know, that guy Jay's got it right, man. He has no delusions about what he does. Us, we like to make ourselves seem so much more important than the people that come in here to buy a paper, or, god forbid, cigarettes. We look down on them as if we're so advanced. Well, if we're so fucking advanced, what are we doing working here?
I don't identify with Dante or Randall, i'm definitely more in line with "that guy Jay".
Watching: The New World / Last Exile
Listening to: Pearl Jam - Pearl Jam / The Tea Party - Edges of Twighlight / Wolfmother / Jeff Martin - Exile and the Kingdom
Reading: The DaVinci code by Dan Brown
Playing: Tomb Raider Legends (xbox)
Eating: Pizza, all freakin week!
Wishing: I could get some Obilvion time in!
You've never heard of the Millenium Falcon?
"Where there's smoke... There's Steve setting Mark on fire!"