My day:
Went to my job thing today, which only lasted two and a half hours when they told me it would take four. It was some kind of test by Harcourt and Brace with a zillion different parts, some of which seemed farmiliar.
First, the general interview which is the same basic intake they seem to do everywhere.
Next, basic math. A test consiting of questions ranging from 1+1 (I'm serious, that was the first question) to some kind of crazy calculus I never got far enough in school to take.
Then, A bunch of general knowlege questions I felt damn stupid for not knowing. But I'm sure I did okay there.
Later, we did some thing where you arrange blocks to make patterns.
There was a drawing thing where you copy patterns on paper, a thing where you organize scenes in cards to put them in order, a couple of questions about how the world works (why do we pay taxes? Why do people go on probation? etc), and a handful of long questionaires. I get the results back in a few weeks, so we'll see how it goes.
Then, I went over to Hollywood video to wait for P to pick me up. And inexplicably, H was there buying DVD's since they were having a sale. He bought me Open Water (yum), About Schmidt, and this years best Original Screenplay winner. All for only $25. Keen, no? He bought himself Hero (which I still haven't seen), Sky Captain, Anchorman, the Village, and Ghost in the Shell 2. Unlike much of the world, we loved The Village.
Had an Angus sub from subway for lunch. I'm inspired by the 5 pounds I've lost recently.
I'm also a bit curious to know why every non-Dan-named person who works at Village Briarwood is a total ass to me when I go in there to see movies. Anyone who has any information regarding this should feel free to contact me poste haste.
I still haven't redone my Elephant Story yet, but I have plenty of time to meet my word count for this week.
And from the "Duh?" file, here's this little gem: No more state sanctioned murder of children! You think it's an anti-abortion story, but it's NOT!
Last, we turn to our "I can't beleive it happened in my lifetime" file with Some sort of Hobo Humping Robo Babe. That's Robosapien, to you Bender fans.
First, the general interview which is the same basic intake they seem to do everywhere.
Next, basic math. A test consiting of questions ranging from 1+1 (I'm serious, that was the first question) to some kind of crazy calculus I never got far enough in school to take.
Then, A bunch of general knowlege questions I felt damn stupid for not knowing. But I'm sure I did okay there.
Later, we did some thing where you arrange blocks to make patterns.
There was a drawing thing where you copy patterns on paper, a thing where you organize scenes in cards to put them in order, a couple of questions about how the world works (why do we pay taxes? Why do people go on probation? etc), and a handful of long questionaires. I get the results back in a few weeks, so we'll see how it goes.
Then, I went over to Hollywood video to wait for P to pick me up. And inexplicably, H was there buying DVD's since they were having a sale. He bought me Open Water (yum), About Schmidt, and this years best Original Screenplay winner. All for only $25. Keen, no? He bought himself Hero (which I still haven't seen), Sky Captain, Anchorman, the Village, and Ghost in the Shell 2. Unlike much of the world, we loved The Village.
Had an Angus sub from subway for lunch. I'm inspired by the 5 pounds I've lost recently.
I'm also a bit curious to know why every non-Dan-named person who works at Village Briarwood is a total ass to me when I go in there to see movies. Anyone who has any information regarding this should feel free to contact me poste haste.
I still haven't redone my Elephant Story yet, but I have plenty of time to meet my word count for this week.
And from the "Duh?" file, here's this little gem: No more state sanctioned murder of children! You think it's an anti-abortion story, but it's NOT!
Last, we turn to our "I can't beleive it happened in my lifetime" file with Some sort of Hobo Humping Robo Babe. That's Robosapien, to you Bender fans.
