I only have one thing to say about Don't Mess With The Zohan - dont't go and see Don't Mess With The Zohan.

Oh, and don't go and see it during the school holidays; some little punks totally sat in our allocated seating. Yes, you read me right! Even though we were planning on sitting somewhere else anyway is beside the point. Damn teenagers think they own the bloody cinemas...

...and stupid Grandma for bringing three small children with her.

This world makes me sick. SICK! Sicker than I ever feel after eating capsicum.

Ehh.

Update: I have a job interview tomorrow for an inbound call centre. The job sounds a bit mediocre but the location is superb. The thing that is the absolute pits are the hours. 2pm-8:30pm Monday - Friday. I know "beggers can't be choosers" but I'm feeling particularly choosey right now. What sort of hours are they?! I don't know what to do right now. I need a job for self-esteem purposes, not financial (I have some benefits to being legally blind) but I don't know if I need a job that badly...those hours cut right into any hopes of socialising, plus I'd have to work random Saturdays if it were particularly busy. I'd only consider it if the pay was absolutely fan-freakin'-tastic. If the job was in an area I'd enjoy, then I'd have no issues but it isn't. I'd be the one on the other end of a call from either a) door-to-door electrician salesmen who need to get a verification number from me and who I'd have to ask questions and b) Devondale customers who aren't satisfied with the product.

Move aside Oprah Winfrey, there's a new career woman in town!