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I am incapable of doing anything at all while the TV is on in front of me, and that includes writing. You already knew that, though, because writing falls under “anything.” See what I mean? That’s the kind of opening I come up with under the bright electronic distraction of NBC.

Anyway, I started today as a temp in the IT department of a large movie theater chain. Just me and a bunch of IT guys surrounded by shelves piled high with outdated point-of-sale hardware coated in decades of accumulated movie theater concession stand stickiness. It’s awesome and they pay me tons. That last sentence may not be entirely truthful. First impressions:

Round guy who seems to be in charge: Has a ponytail.

Balding guy with oblong head: Has never been cool. Not once. Not ever.

Guy who’s on the small side, has two earrings and likes to cuss: Probably really likes Vin Diesel and likely drives a lime-green Honda that sounds like a weed-whacker. Pure guesswork here.

Backwards fitted cap guy: It wasn’t cool when Fred Durst did it, either. Or me, when I was 14. Grow up and take your hat off. At work.

Hipster doofus guy: Nice bed-head, man.

Guy who gave me stuff to do all day: Used to manage a grocery store. Now managing me. Yeah.

Really, though, they all seem cool enough. I’ll be okay there for a few weeks. Just remind me if it goes on too much longer than that. In the meantime I’ll try to scrape together enough petrified soda fountain splatter to reconstitute a Mr. Pibb.