Schadrow: Unintentional Finale

Preface: Each chapter is divided by Journal Entry Date. The name of the character with the entry is displayed above first:

Allister Scotterson

Form of Record: Typed

Date: May 9, 2012

I'm not accustomed to dealing with such far-reaching changes at one time. But it seems every time I turn around, I have to change again. It just proves a life of stagnation isn't a route I can readily take. And with this change, there comes a certain degree of fickleness. Do I try to destroy it, or do I welcome it with arms extended?

It's one of those things you just shrug your shoulders and say, "Alright", like if the elevator isn't working, take the stairs. Alright. Your nutritional doctor person (dietitian?) recommends more antioxidants and tells you to eat more blueberries and acai berries. Alright. Professor Raciver says everyone should try the bonus question on a test since it won't count against you in case you're wrong. Alright.

I can take that, but it's almost never that straightforward these days. I work at a stage/movie theatre, so there's constant adjustments (only a few people get the ironic joke there). But no, there's change, mostly social. Like when I advanced to Assistant Manager of film department July 3rd of last summer. No complaints there, hard work and asking question leads to such things. And also that one time Mickey (best friend, until this) joined the rival company for 3 weeks in search of reconciliation due to... I guess he felt abandoned because of my slight advancement. Mickey's sensitive like that, but I didn't expect him to, I mean, I look back at it and just...wow. He gradually stopped associating with me while dreaming up the worse excuses I've heard in a while to forego our outings as best friends. Whatever, I told myself, but it wasn't particularly pleasurable.

The funny thing is, though, he kept his integrity. Craosh Entertainment House actually asked Mickey to describe in details our policies, tactics, operations etc. on the 3rd week. He said sure, and fed them false information. Fired a week later. He returned to his position as one of the movie coordinators with us. I didn't even try to find a replacement in that time, because I knew he'd be back. That experience was visibly insightful for him as he later told me, but it also showed me who I can rely on for central core loyalty.

But today, my schedule was booked for this coming Friday night due to a confrontation with the opposite sex. About time, >>I'm only 24. THAT's ALL. DIDN'T WAIT LONG ENOUGH<<. And though typing and any other form of communication (besides audio) lacks sarcasm (this I also fear) the meeting/date I was asked to attend with Winsey, one of the stage theatre coordinators. I guess I'll put pointing brackets around any part I'm being sarcastic on.

There's the constant: sarcasm. Like garbage, we'll never run out of sarcasm.

But uh, yeah, Winsey. Winsey, it couldn't have been any other person. I've been eyeballing her ever since I joined this theatre 3 years into pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering due to financial troubles with university dorm rates rising after the new renovations back then. In about 2 months I'm earning my Masters online. Dah! Sidetracked, anyway Winsey caught my eye initially for her stunning complexion, and at first I merely labeled her as a typical high-maintenance one who either has a boyfriend or two, or is exceptionally thorny (THORNY) when it comes to average Joes since I didn't notice any other guy talking to her, much.

Hey, maybe she's still thorny to Average Joe's, cuz I wouldn't know. I'm not average. (Close attention to the T in thorny)

Well, as I was invited to Movie Premieres, office parties, and informational meetings, I took note of her carefully despite my predisposed opinion. Come to find out, her attire at work somewhat matched it outside of work. Even at corporate parties, a phenomenal outfit with a modest tone distinguished her from a deluge of dancing dames and scraps of cloth wrapped around random spots of their bony complexions. The other chicks... too classic: women trying to shrink their sizes until they vanish or disintegrate. I guess they never saw that psychology graph of what women preferred their figure to be and what men thought was attractive. Men actually preferred a girl several kilograms heftier than that of the average women's ideal image. Too bad psychology also tells me I shouldn't go up them individually and report my research if I want my cheeks to stay intact.