But! I HAAAAAAAAAAAAATE X-Box, X-Box 360, and all things related to Microsoft with the exception of Windows because I can't really avoid that shit since I'm afraid to learn Linux what with the whole being utterly computer inept thing looming over my head.
So, obviously, I'm torn. But we all know that my love of people tends to override my hatred of their activities. Unless they're my mother. Or some other member of my family. Then they get the cold shoulder. I think that's why I love Brothers and Sisters so much as a show, because it makes me feel like I could have something like that. Like I can just pretend for a few minutes a week, or, in the case of watching on DVD, hours over the weekend, that I *could * have this family of people who love each other and understand each other and tolerate each other. It's like those Thanksgiving commercials, and I HATE those commercials because they convey such utter lies, but at the same time I know I hate them because that's what I want. Yet another thing that proves just how hypocritical my life is. I'd like a family like that. I just don't want a family like that with MY family, I guess.
Dave Annable is love. See? All better. He has a doggy, too. Cute little doggy.
As for work: Didn't get a raise today. Told the boss around 1ish if he had talked to the accountant about my wages and he said he would do it this week. I'll wait until Thursday if nothing comes up before then. I don't want to hound him, but at the same time I don't want to miss the chance of getting a damned raise.
Brett, my coworker on Saturday, pissed me off. First, he did the square plates. Which we've been having problems with and he knows that. I ask him if he's checked them. He said he did. I believe him because I like to believe people since I'm honest. Then I think about it. He finished that shit way too quick to check every damned plate like he's supposed to. He also keeps on coming in late. And the people who come in on Saturday to help out so that it's not just me and him getting swamped are mad because they're coming in on time to help him and he can't even make it on time himself. I can understand that. Then, I look at some of the square plates because I'm supposed to bring in so that we can check them and see if they're okay due to his inability to do something like he's supposed to. He labeled the fuckers wrong. I like Brett. I do. I think he's a nice kid, little lazy (obviously), but I'm pissed off like nothing else at him right now. Why? Because this shit always falls on me. 'You should have checked...' how the hell can I check what he's doing when I'm twenty feet away, on the other side of the room, behind a hood where I can't see what the hell he's doing? If they want me to supervise his ass then they need to make sure that there are more people so I can just hound him. But that wouldn't be right. And it won't happen.
He'll probably get fired this week. He can't come in on time to save his life.