I do not give a flying fuck about The Two Towers. I really don't. As I told Nicole, my dislike of going out and seeing movies has overridden my desire to see pretty elf-men. I seem to be very alone in this.
God help me, I MISS working retail. What's wrong with me? I miss working at TAS days before Christmas when everyone was buying last-minute gifts and going insane. I was a salesperson. I was damned good at it. Today I started to give a lady in Bath and Body Works advice when she asked the cashier that annoying "Do you think _____ would like this?" question, when the cashier has no idea what ______ would enjoy. I then ran away before the salesperson instinct kicked in full-force. Thing is, I'm GOOD at handling that sort of question. My managers would refer people needing coordinating items (i.e. someone starting out in some medium, or who had a project) to me.
*sob* I'm such a freak; I loved my job.