morrigirl | Gonna Kick Tomorrow

Last night Other Mike's place of employment was held up. He spent a good deal of the evening with a gun to the back of his head. Apparently his manager was very nervous and had a difficult time openning the safe where they keep all the money. Every time Mr. Manager fucked up the robbers threatened to shoot Mike. They had the gun cocked and ready, even went as far as to pistol whip him at one point. Luckily Mr. Manager got his shit together once they started physically hurting Mike. Once the safe was openned the robbers took the money and ran. No one got shot. Mike was the only person who was injured.

That fucking freaked me out! On the phone with him last night I was asking "What if something had happened to you? Who would have told me?" Fact of the matter is Mike's family doesn't even know I exist, and most of his friends don't know how to reach me, though he assured me he'd made arrangements for someone to contact me should anything ever happen to him. I guess I have to trust him on that since he DID manage to get a message to me after he was involentarily hospitalized a few summers back. His friend Garrett emailed me and kept me updated on the whole situation. Even so, one of my Michael's could have died last night. That's a tough pill to swallow.

In other crappy news my evil boss Elisabete is up for contract renewal this year. The entire staff has spent the last few weeks hoping and praying that her contract wouldn't get renewed. None of us could see how it posssibly could be. She's a horrible boss, she doesn't do her job, she blames other people for her mistakes, and refuses to take responsibility for anything that goes on in the library she runs. All her higher ups hate her and would love to see her die a slow and painful death. Even so, Sebastien told me this weekend that Elisabete's contract HAS been renewed. That means she will be running this library for another 7 years. Just more confirmation that I need a new fucking job. I might have been able to hang in there had we gotten a new director, but now? Uh uh, no way.

I'm almost done transferring the May 2002 SCN entries onto Livejournal. To put that in perspective for you that's 4 months worth of entries, 190 to be exact. They're getting more cogent the more depressed I become. Seems the deeper I went into the muck the more intelligent I became.

Saw "Slag Heap" on Saturday. It was good, I enjoyed the show, though I understand what Brother Michael meant when he said the playwright stopped listening to his play when he wrote the second act. The first act is pure comedy, the second is unecessarily serious. One way or the other Vincent was very good. That boy has the most stunning blue eyes. I swear it's like he's got tractor beams coming out of his head. Those baby blues lit up the entire theater and rendered the few heterosexual women in the audience totally helpless. Yes, he got naked. No, it was nothing spectacular. He has a flat ass, and less than remarkable genetalia. Needless to say I did not acost him at the stage door afterwards.

PS I hate myself.