Work has been pretty dead for me this past week. I only worked one day last week. One measly little day. If it wasn't for their generous holiday pay package, I would be pretty screwed this week, and probably next week, too. They sent close to two dozen of us home today. It was brutal. I felt sorry for the poor bastards having to explain it to everyone. Not too sorry, since their pay is both higher and more stable than mine, but I can still sympathies.

I think I'll spend my more-than-likely uneventful week preparing for my movie date on Saturday. I'm going to go watch a film, Seven Psychopaths, with another guy, my sis' gay work colleague. We've been chatting since Friday and I made the mistake of mentioning I was going to see it. He replied by saying he wanted to see it, too, but was too broke to go. He then turned up the puppy dog eyes to borderline overload and I wound up offering to pay for his ticket.
It's not that going on a date to a movie with another gay guy is a bad thing, just that it's not my usual element. In my experience, the other guy is either so nervous that they can't be themselves, or he's confident but has the range of interests of an autistic child. The last bastard I went on a date with loved pop music and photography, and nothing else. I suppose I should be optimistic, but he's showing the tell-tell signs of nervousness. Either that, or that's how all French people chat/text. I kind of hope it's the latter, though. It would be nice to have some fun once in a while without been too adult in nature.

Doodle requests are still open! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have three days to pick out an outfit.

Yoji~