The Beer Retard - August 19th, 2002

i think boredom is being taken to new levels at work. if i didn't have fridays off, i don't know if i could hack it. i'm not sure which is worse, constant stress or constant boredom on the job. if you're working on something exciting and meaningful, i guess the stress would be worth it. the boredom is killing me. i spend half my day goofing off on the computer or staring at the wall, thinking about what movies i'm going to watch this week and how i regret selling off all the metal stuff in my record collection all those years ago.

my away from work life isn't that exciting either. you'd think i'd go crazy and go out every night after being bored all day. but that's not the case. i go home and watch movies, read or make mix tapes. i rarely go out and do anything except get food. i usually set aside one day for socializing, drinking and playing pool. that day is saturday since it's our softball team's day to play. other than that, i'm as antisocial as they come.

so this is what's going on: i'm reading a fascinating book on the norwegian black metal scene and last night i watched my first bergman movie. it was wild strawberries and it was good. i wish i could remember my favorite quote from the movie. it came when a woman tells her husband that she's pregnant. he gets all angry and chastises her, saying that he despises life and resents her for getting pregnant because it'll make him have to keep living when he'd rather just die. he said it much more effectively than that, though.

one observation i made today...to all the street musicians playing in the BART stations: playing that stupid jimmy buffett "margaritaville" song isn't going to get me to fish in my pockets for change. it only makes me angry, very angry and reminds me of college frat boys. but i guess there are a lot of former college frat boys working downtown. what at first seemed like simple poor taste in a song now appears to be a savvy marketing ploy...