Mother’s day in El Salvador is May 10th. Given that I am a lovely daughter, I totally forgot to call my mother yesterday. I called her early today and she was in Honduras (random), yelling at me that she couldn’t hear me (because there was so much noise on her end), and basically hung up on me because she’s with “friends.” I texted my sister asking what they were doing there and she responded with “sip.” These two know how to irritate me.
My team’s dynamic has been established. My boss is the friendly, easygoing one and I’m the (slightly) intimidating hardass. I try to be accommodating, but more often than not, I fail.
This studio usually charges me $20 if I don’t show up to class. Given the instructor was the no-show today, $20 in my hand, please.
For a 92 minute movie, this is a surprisingly slow one. The sound levels are also consistently off: sometimes Gina Carano is whispering, other times it seems like she’s shouting.
All these complaints after only 30 minutes in.