Anyone who’s spoken to me for more than five minutes knows that my favourite movie of all time is Empire Records. From the age of 15, when I first saw the copy bootlegged from PPV that the cool couple I baby-sat for hooked me up with, the movie has been a comfortable, safe place to sink inside.
It has everything” romance, relationships failure, mental illness, sticking it to the man, dark humour and music. Good music.
The day I had today was the sort of day when you just want to walk off the job and quit. I came in and found my boss had taken my words and ideas and represented them for his own. I also got ordered to handle an issue I was to merely assist with, then bitched at for not knowing the precise function of 55 keys on a ring, when even the person complaining couldn’t name keys that I could. From there, chaos and frantic rushing about for hours…. By the time the pace ebbed to the usual flow, I was ready to explode.
But then, I hummed a little music in my head, and just as the staff deflate into joyous air guitar in Empire Records, I found a few laughs in the end.
Damn the man; savour the Empire.
Day 151: If You Want Blood (You’ve Got It) – AC/DC