A really cool thing happened to me the other day. I managed to get a hold of a movie that hasn’t come out yet. Very cool…and always a good thing.
The movie is called ‘Take’ and stars Minnie Driver and Jeremy Renner. The best thing about independent movies is that you never know what you’re going to get. I LOVED this movie. I am not the biggest Minnie Driver fan, but she did a phenomenal job.
The movie starts out with a day in the life of Ana (Minnie Driver) and Saul (Jeremy Renner). At first you are wondering what’s going on until it becomes apparent that a tragedy has happened and what you are getting is the back info to that particular day. What you don’t know, is what happened or to whom, so it has you guessing until closer to the end of the movie.
After working in a movie theatre for the total of about 4 years, I have seen a lot of movies. Never have I seen one with such a powerful message of forgiveness, and I doubt I will ever again. It’s not a light hearted film but it is an excellent one, and you would be cheating yourself if you don’t see it at least once.
I’m putting the trailer in my post so everyone can watch and see… and be intrigued. Enjoy!
So I’ve been at my new job for 3 days now. First of all I don’t think I’ve ever had a job where I was an assistant accountant/secretary/babysitter/ anything else that needs being done, and I love it. I love being this busy and still having the ability to blog at work… WITHOUT an internet ban because they’re cool like that.
Out of a staff of 17, I’m the only other girl who works here and the other girl works 2 days a week for about 4 hours. It’s a very chill atmosphere with no drama… and I can watch sports center anytime I want. Booyah!
Life is good. All I need to do is find a residence that doesn’t fall through and be able to find my stuff… it’s in about 4 different places. I’m painting the inside of my apartment as well as 2 others so it’s been a busy week. I’ll update later.
Today is my last day ever at the Bank. Let me rephrase… Hells yeah! Today is my last freaking day as a bank teller in Utah Valley as long as I shall live!! Booyah!
I have been counting down to this day for about three long weeks now. It almost doesn’t seem real. Don’t get me wrong I’m going to miss the men I work like you wouldn’t believe. I’m going to miss my favorite customers (yes, I do have them), I’ll miss ‘Fun Food Friday’ and grossing out my co-workers with the mass quantities of food I can pack away. That’s about all I’ll miss!
For anyone who has ever worked at a bank, you’d know that you would rather work retail during the Holidays then deal with bank customers during the deadest time. I figured since I’m now imagining people being beaten to death on a regular basis now, I should probably find a new place of employment… so as to not disappoint my current boss, or go to prison… I’m small and wouldn’t so much appreciate becoming someone’s LB.
Since this job offer, I find myself smiling a lot more since I’m ready to split that scene after today!! I will admit that putting in my 2-weeks felt extremely liberating even though I work with some of the coolest guys on the planet.
I am unbelievably excited to start my new job. I’ll be the only girl there so I won’t have to deal with petty young girls being my friend to my face and then trashing me behind my back to anyone who will listen. Get a hobby…
To the two-headed drama beast… you know who you are, I wish you a branch full of women to be intimidated and feel inferior by, and may you stay the rest of your lives at that bank trying to screw people over for ‘better positions’ that pay next to nothing… Dream big ladies… dream big. Actually what I really hope for you is to dislodge your heads from you butt and realize that you’re out of high school and that you can be yourselves without being backstabbing. People like you for who you are and if you have to put others down to make yourself feel better… you should probably do some soul searching.
To everyone else, sorry my work blog fodder won’t be as good or exciting but I’m sure other parts of my life will spice up enabling me to post decent stuff. Oh I forgot to tell you. I was going to blog at work yesterday as a ‘screw you internet ban’ and it’s been marked by corporate security!!! I don’t know whether to be honored or extremely ticked off… oh well. Whatever.
I’m really not one for proclaiming my views on the war, but when it hits me personally, I tend to take issue with that and promptly make exceptions.
I graduated high school in 2000, which incidentally was a year before 911. Unfortunately it was all the rage to go into the military and have them pay for college while you get stuck with a ‘safe/boring’ desk job… Then 911 happened and all my friends were screwed. Luckily all of them have served their country and have come back from over seas relatively unscathed… relatively.
Until now I’ve been very fortunate to not have anyone I know hurt or dead over in the middle east and my heart and prayers have gone out to those who have….
My cousin is currently over in Afghanistan serving his country, and while driving back to his unit, the truck drove over an explosive device blowing up ‘said’ vehicle and propelling him from the car as well as everyone else. Luckily he is still alive but in critical condition due to head injuries and several fractured bones (tends to happen when you’re launched from an exploding vehicle).
All opinions aside, I know why we entered the war but I’m not quite sure why it’s continued this long. Can anyone say Vietnam?
I decided after imagining someone’s car blowing up like the godfather after helping their surly selves that it was probably time that I search for different employment. Thanks to my friend Bryan and a wicked awesome job referral, I will be leaving the land of retail banking for much more formidable accommodations.
Basically I’m jazzed to be doing something different. I’ve been a teller for many many moons now, and if I had to stay at the bank making next to nothing and only getting 20 hours or so, I’d probably go on a shooting rampage… fortunately, this isn’t the only thing changing. I am also moving out of my apartment complex where I have dwelled for over 5 years.
Times, they are a changing… as Bob Dylan so eloquently put. The times, they are a changing and I couldn’t be happier about them!
I have noticed that you have gone ahead and won your 8th gold metal in the Bejing 2008 Olympics. I have to admit I’m not surprised but you did have me worried on Friday night when you only won the 100M Butterfly by 1/100th second. That wasn’t very nice to keep my heart pounding like that!
Thank you for giving me the pleasure of watching you swim with your majestic sleek style. You glide through the water like a dolphin only faster. Pretty much I have a crush on you except for when you open your mouth to talk…then not so much. Other then that I’m pretty sure I’d have your children. With that said, I’d like to take this opportunity to let you know that I’m not creepy or anything. I’m not some social outcast that sits in back of rooms eating her hair…. Ok sometimes I eat my hair but I’m not creepy and I have VERY good hygiene. I’m also Blonde… I don’t know if that helps but I’m throwing it in there any way.
If you come to your senses and realize that I’m the woman of your dreams I live in Utah… It’s cool because I’m moving out soon. Don’t worry.
Now that I’ve told you how I feel, I’ll leave you be but don’t think I won’t be sitting on the my friend’s couch in front of the television, drooling and rocking back and forth, I mean, crap… now you think I’m weird. Dang it! I’m going to go hang my head in shame.
In light of the Olympics being broadcast 24/7 I thought I’d dedicate tonight’s post to the Olympics and the greatness they bring about.
How about that Michael Phelps… That guy is wicked awesome. He’s on his 3rd Gold Medal and I know he’s not done cleaning up yet. I think he has a few more world records to set. That guy is going to make out like a freaking bandit.
Onto Men’s gymnastics… oh my dear heaven! Did you see the routines on the high bar?? The USA team members were doing crazy things. I must admit with those arms I don’t care if they win medals or not, they can wrap those things around me anytime they want.
I must admit that after watching the girl’s gymnastics, I’m wondering if the Chinese got their team from the local pre-school because there is NO WAY those girls are 16.
Women’s swimming isn’t bad… Did I mention that Michael Phelps is amazing? I was on the Varsity swim team for 2 years and there was maybe only 2 or 3 guys that didn’t make you want to vomit a little in your mouth when you saw them in a Speedo… oh high school swim team. It was like walking in on a Wookie convention… *shudder*
Now that I’ve left that image (and believe me, I wasn’t taking that one to the grave) I think now I’m going to head to bed with dreams of ripped men that do gymnastics and Michael Phelps. It’s weird because I usually don’t go for the overly athletic types. In fact I avoid meatheads at all costs. I’m more into the nerdy types… curly hair helps… holy dang *sigh*… although in this case I’d make an exception.
My phone (Stella) broke!! This is, of course, a tragic occurrence, mainly due to the fact that the ONLY phone number I still have memorized is my Aunt Lynn’s. It is sad indeed. So, to help me get through this rough patch I’m going to do what I do best… make fun of the situation to help keep me from crying over the loss of my dear Stella… I feel like Marlon Brando in ‘A Streetcar Named Desire’… STELLA!!!!!!!!
For the first time in ten years I felt what it was like to not have a cell phone and go about things the ‘old fashioned way’. I was trying to locate my friend Katy and had to drive to three places I know she’d probably be, but to no avail. Very frustrating… Here’s what happened.
When I woke up, I noticed that my phone was ‘on’ but the screen wasn’t showing up or even turning on. Granted, I have an almost two-year-old razor that has definitely seen better days, but I was hoping she’d last at least another two months. I was like a shady man going through a midlife crisis… hoping to trade her in for a younger, sleeker and cooler model. As it stands my only option (this coming from the T-Mobile guy) was to go to Wal-Mart where they sell those pre-paid phones and just put my SIM card into that… so I did.
[Hearty chuckle] well… I think my first phone back in ’98 could do more things than this bad boy… we’ll call him ‘Repho’ - short for Replacement Phone. I can call people, text message, and compose music but I’ll be darned if I can figure out how to freaking turn the call volume up. I can barely hear but I guess beggars can’t be choosers right? Oh wait, I just found out that it has a built in flashlight so that’s cool… at least it has one redeeming quality.
For many months now… I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I’m going to retire from the clutches of retail banking. As many of you know, I’ve been a bank teller for longer then I’d like to admit (five years) and although I like customer service ‘as a whole’ I must say that the banking industry is a whole other ballpark. People seem to be whole lot meaner in retail banking, I’m not quite sure why. I would almost prefer to become a Wal-Mart greeter because, believe it or not, they get a whole lot more respect then tellers do. Apparently we are less then human and deserve to be treated as such… no bueno!
In light of my soul searching I’ve decided to write a one-sided letter to the patrons of the bank.
Dear Bank Customers,
As you may or may not know, my name is Erin and I’ve been serving you for a really long time now. I can’t tell you how I feel when you walk in the bank with a sour expression ready to give me the tongue lashing of the century for your account being over drawn. Even though you call me names I’ve only heard from the construction workers across the street, I know that deep down you think of them as pet names and sometimes have a hard time showing your appreciation and admiration in normal human ways.
I know that when you think I’ve shortchanged you or haven’t given you the denominations you so clearly desire in your mind, you’re going to look at me like I’m an idiot and should have TGIF (toes go in first) written on my shoes, I know you understand that some days my clairvoyant talent just isn’t up to par… I’ll try to work on it though… just for you.
You can pretend that you’re angry with me, and verbally abuse me all you want when you receive an overdraft fee or any other kind of fee for that matter. It was clearly wrong of me to personally attach that to your account. I would like to offer up an apology for that. I should have been stalking your accounts to make you sure you didn’t over-spend or write checks to people when you didn’t have money in your account. What was I thinking? I will try to do better next time.
I would like to offer up one last appreciation note to you. Thank you so much for calling in with a question that I can answer, but immediately requesting my manager who doesn’t know the teller side that well, only to have the call redirected back at me. You are so wonderful and patient as I take care of something that could have been done the first time. I know you believe in my competence as a teller and that you were just calling my manager to tell him how much you love me. I do appreciate that immensely.
Lastly thank you for all the joys and mean faces and requests that take me all day to fulfill, only to have you act like I should have gotten it done sooner. It was rude of me to not operate on your timetable. I know that all the mean faces, disgusted looks, flat out rudeness and verbal abuse is just you showing that you want to help me become a more patient and well adjusted person. Thank you for all you do and I’ll see you again around noon. Until later…
I like to think of my self as an ‘equal opportunist’. By this I mean I try not to judge to harshly the things and people around me. You never know their story or why they are the way they are… But that doesn’t mean I don’t like to find the humor in such things…
I’ve been living in Provo, Utah for half a decade now and I find it absolutely hi-lar-ious that when I moved here I had friends tell me the following… *ahem*
I’d be married within six months of living here
I would change and become a Zoobie (crazy BYU student)
I would take a gun to my head (hmm tempting but no)
I’d run away screaming after a week.
Clearly none of the above happened, but it did give me enough dating and overall life stories to last me a lifetime! I’m not going to make too much fun of being in Utah this long because if you’re smart you try not to dwell on that fact, and instead try to find certain things that keep you sane. Activities like running in a bikini onto BYU campus to commemorate the first snow; panhandling the streets of Provo; laughing hysterically at the people who act like you’re the devil for wearing a wife beater tank top when it’s 300 degrees outside…
Luckily after almost five years of trying to keep my sanity intact in Provo, I ran across this little gem… Seriously, So Blessed…. It’s Seriously, So Great. It’s what happens when you’ve had it and all you have left is to make fun of your situation. Every day I laugh my head off at the brilliant writing and witty repartee. If only I’d found it earlier, oh well wish not want not right?
If you don’t get the humor, then sad for you… You’ve been living in the bubble WAY to long!
