Shhh... Don't tell anyone, but Pixar had a screening to test two animated films on Monday in Vancouver, WA. Guess they figure this suburban wasteland mimics middle america without having to stray too far from a trusty metropolis.
It was also my virgin temp assignment. If all temping is this good for people watching, I am signing up for life. The whole thing was so James Bond meets State and Main it made my mouth water. We were overlorded by two men who resembled, respectively, Seymour Hoffman as truman capote with a malaise issue, and a weird Micheal Flatley standing in the wind upswept hair guy. They muttered, they adjusted their designer jeans, spoke of level 5 special watchgroups, pissed off the overpuffed security guards, and by the end of the evening were heavy into infighting over the power struggles inherent in a group of travel weary narcissists.
Meanwhile, I was forced to hand out 800 bags of popcorn to equally narcissistic target demographs who felt perfectly in the right bitching about getting their free popcorn too early or whining that they might have to see a movie for free that they wouldn't have picked themselves. Seriously, if you can't handle the ramifications of beggars can't be choosers, you probably shouldn't beg. Plus, there was this awful scene that I foretold coming once I realized I had to ask people to give me their white ticket in exchange for the bag of popcorn:
Me: Can I have your white ticket please?
Idiot: Just the white one?
Me: It's the popcorn ticket.
Idiot: Isn't that kind of (pause, furrow brow) ticket-ist? (laugh, readjust pants, significant look at harrassed popcorn worker that says 'you want to sleep with me, don't you?')
I feel sorry for the people that actually do sleep with them. Can you imagine their pillow talk?
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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