somewhere a kitten is miaowing at me

Heh.  Next week I have an interview for a job that I'm absolutely guaranteed to get, having been doing said job as a temp for a fair bit of the last four years.  And I'm still not kinda sure that I want it. Go figure.

Despite sitting at my desk, doing the job already, I've had to fill out a long and complicated application form, send it off to HR and get an email back yesterday telling me to call them to book an interview time... Oh, and there'll be a typing test! 

So.  I'm sitting there, booking the diary out for the room for the interviews to happen in, and I still have to call over to HR and book myself an interview slot, to be interviewed by my manager, whose diary I have infront of me.  I'll be sitting next door to where the interviews are taking place all day, obviously, meeting and greeting all the other interviewees. *head/desk* 

I'm going to break into hysterically laughter when they ask me to do the typing test, I swear.  The job hardly involves any frickin' typing anymore (which I bitch about constantly, because I liked the typing).

All par for the course, really.. I've 'inherited' the private practice work I really didn't want from my friend, who walked out last week in tears after three years temping in the other half of our department, leaving me to break the news to, er, everyone.  The private work covers my new and improved gym membership fees, I guess, which is something...

And, oh, the kitten.  Who now stays out all night until around 3am, which is a fabulous time to cry right underneath my window until I let her in.  The sooner she learns how to climb in through windows like her predecessor, the less hysterical I'm gona be in the morning when all the sleep deprivation kicks in, methinks...

flicks

It feels kinda weird, actually going to the cinema again on a regular basis. Not that I'm complaining, mind, it's just that the truly awful films are slipping back into the mix with it...

Well, X Files wasn't awful, to be fair.  It was a particularly daft attempt at grafting a plot on to somewhere it didn't want to be, and some of the dialogue was excrutiating, but I really did love Chris Carter for his wonderfully shippy vision... There was much squeeing on my part, let's just say.  And much WTF-ery  from me and my non-fan mate at Billy Connolly being Serious Aktor.  Hee.

But The Mummy 3: TombDragonWhatsit... now that was awful.  Apparently written by muppets who had never watched the first two films, and cast by blind, deaf imbeciles (Maria Bello doing a bad Rachel Weizs impression?! Seriously? Was that the BEST you could come up with?! Did you hear her accent?).  It was almost impressive the way they butchered the character relationships quite so enthusiastically, coupled with a plot that made precisely no sense, and was seven ways of boring in going about it. 

Soooo many burning bits of awfulness that had me sinking down in my seat and trying to pretend it wasn't happening, but the Brit moppet from Returns now morphed into a very American moron... that was pretty bad.  Jet Li's agent should get kudos for managing to secure joint top billing for what is essentially a cameo (ooh, first five mins of the film where they steal bits of Hero and Crouching Tiger before he turns into BadCGI Chocolate Monster Mummy, and then pops up again at the end).  Spending the entire rest of the film not appearing in person or doing the mummy voice... and yet apparently star of the show!)

And oh, Michelle Yeoh... did you even read the script before you signed up?! I'm still waiting to hear exactly what my friend's Chinese housemate thought of the seriously dodgy version of China, but I get the impression she wasn't amused.

And Yetis... why did it have to be Yetis? High-fiving Yetis, no less... The mind boggles.

I'm seriously looking forward to Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day next week... what a cast! and frilly frou-frou pre-war London stuff. It looks shiny.

Of course, I still have to see Dark Knight again (can't believe I've left it this long, really) but I can probably live without seeing Mamma Mia ever again, really. The whole Pierce Brosnan/Colin Firth casting had me hiding under the seat every time they started singing.  Although, Meryl Streep, on a clifftop, belting out Winner Takes It All... kinda rocked.  I could watch that bit again.

And now to spend the whole weekend at MovieCon, pretending it's anything like San Diego and fighting through the hordes of rampaging Twilight fans...