So Very Dark

The caffeine is trying to work its magic.

In a little while I have to shower and locate clothes for my interview today.  Unfortunately, I fear that the place I’m interviewing is a staffing agency, not the actual hiring business, which is disappointing.   Having worked through staffing agencies before…well…they just tend to be a little annoying, and as a temp, you aren’t really ‘part of the team’…just hired help, and employers and co-workers tend to treat you more like slave labor.  But still, a job is a job and money is money, so wish me luck!

I also plan to check out some local bars (that are not entirely gross and creepy) to see if I can put my bartending classes to good use.  I mean, it IS still kind of food service, but at least the tips are way better.  And I DO have fun mixing drinks, especially when people tell me that my Ice Teas are awesome and come back for them regularly.  As long as I don’t have to work for the Negris again.

So, I did a search for ‘Negri’s’ in Google images, and it kept asking me if I meant ‘negros’.  This reminded me of something amusing.  One night I was sitting at home channel surfing, and ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner’ with Sidney Poitier was on one of the classic movie channels.

I watched a few minutes of it during the commercials on the other show I was watching, and found myself momentarily taken aback when the daughter proclaims to her parents that she had never imagined that she would fall in love with a negro.  It is often so interesting to watch movies or read books that were written in a different time period, when the way people looked at a particular subject was very different than the way that my generation has been brought up to do.  I experienced a similar moment of startlement a couple years back watching the movie ‘Stripes’ with Bill Murray–

– even though it was made in my lifetime, I was quite surprised when the recruiter blatantly asked Bill and his friend if they were gay while he was enlisting them.  Today, that would be considered completely unacceptable, but as recently as the 1980s, it was considered a completely fair question to ask.

I apologize for the long pointless ramble, but as I mentioned,  caffeine still kicking in.  I’m prone to wax badly philosophical before my brain is working properly.

In other news, Briggs and I started re-watching Bleach yesterday — this time with English dubbing!  Hurray!

  <– yay!  Bleach!

And now I need to go shower!  Hurray!