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2:01 a.m. - 08-09-2003
Movies, Talking and still on the job hunt.
"What the hell did you just say?"

Now, I don't really want to come across as a racist, because I'm not, but I have a feeling that I'm going to anyway, so here goes.

What the fuck is up with black people at the movies? I went and saw S.W.A.T. tonight and the theater was packed. I got into the theater about 15 minutes or so before the movie started and there are young black guys, probably around 14-17 or so, running around being stupid, making noise and just not really caring if they bothered anyone or not. A few minutes before the movie starts, Andrew, the theater supervisor, calls for attention and explains that everyone wants to enjoy the movie and to please be respectful of others and stuff. They did the same thing when I went to see Matrix: Reloaded and it had a pretty good effect. Of course, my happiness level dropped about 50% as I looked down the row of seats to my left and about 8 young black boys, hair in corn rows, big old silver (or maybe platinum) chains, baggy clothes and either do-rags or visors worn upside down (what the fuck good is that?) start doing the side-step shuffle down towards my seat. Luckily, for them, they left a one seat gap between them and me. This did not bode well.

The first thing to pop up on the screen, not 2 seconds later, was a pretty stupid and cheesy credit card commercial. Soon as it was over, they're being mouthy. Thinking they're funny. Then there's another commercial for that Axe body spray stuff. Some other black guy from behind me says, "I gots ta get me some a dat." Of course, the homie bunch next to me starts lauging and one of them hollers out, "I'm feelin' ya. I'm feelin' ya." God. SHUT UP!! Thankfully, they weren't a problem during the movie, but through every preview and right up until the very beginning of the movie, they were lippy and talking and just a royal pain in the ass. What was worse was that they didn't care. The fuck is up with that? Shit.

Anyway, did some more job hunting after I got home, but no joy. Did find a cool listing for Private Investigator trainees, so I called their toll-free number for the electronic registration. You can have them send you a free placement application, but it takes 6-8 weeks to get processed. The electronic registration cuts about 2 months off of that. It costs $79, but that covers you for 3 years. Unforunately, there's no one there at 2 in the morning, so I'll either have to wait until Monday to call back or hope they return my call sometime. I think Monday I'm also going to call the truck driving company, Swift Transportation, because I'm starting to hit that desperation mode. I've gotta do something.

Just sitting here now watching the Tampa Bay Buccaneers beat the shit out of the Miami Dolphins. Gonna love giving my father-in-law shit about that. I hate Miami. Feeling kind of bummed as well. Feel like I'm letting the wife and the kids down. Here I've been the main financial support for the past 6 years and now, I'm nothing. Got my last paycheck a week ago and now I'm getting nothing. I'm worthless. Kind of a hard feeling to handle. That's why I've got to find something NOW!

Well, gonna go for now. Not really tired and not sure if I could sleep even if I did go to bed. Gonna watch the rest of the game and just be depressed. Sounds like fun, eh? You all take care.

Da 'Bear

 

 

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