Hale Kilinahe: The Journal

September 4, 1998 I told my boss where to shove her job the other day. Honestly it was a tirade worthy of an Academy Award. But now I'm a little ashamed. I have a big mouth. Someday, my mouth will be the end of me. If I had just controled my temper just a little tiny bit, I wouldn't look so bad now. The woman screwed me out of a promotion, and made my life a living hell, but I suppose she deserved a little respect. Didn't she? I went in today to return a long-overdue video, and she and I just snarled at eachother. I certainly don't feel as if I'd lost a friend, but maybe I should have just kept my big mouth shut. On my second to the last day, we stayed open past midnight to sell "Titanic." Wouldn't you know it, the bitch called in sick. So I priced 500 copies of the stupid movie all by my lonesome, and had to tell Dave Carlin when to show up with his camera crew, even though I really had no clue. Now I feel liberated. I feel 10 pounds lighter. I love taking care of Katie. And the thought that she was developing and growing while I couldn't see her just drove me insane. But I still think of my job. I still worry about the unfinished cycle counts and customers and balances, as if it were still my problem. As I said, "Titanic" came out after midnight on Monday. Now I'm just bloody sick of the whole affair. I know this is just another Big Thing. Nothing genuinely special, just the aftermath of another mondomillion dollar marketing campaign. The Elton John tribute to Princess Di, Independence Day, and on and on and on. I've seen it so many times before. Besides, I don't like Leonardo DiCaprio. I think he's girly. He's just another pretty, nonthreatening man for teens to drool over. Why don't girls like manly men anymore, anyway? I've sold enough copies of the Backstreet Boys to know that the manly men are no more. So big whoop, Tower Kahala sold out of the sinking ship, the store apparently third in the nation in unit sales for the Titanic debut. Five units short of Boston's sale volume, and who knows how far short of the number one store in the country: Keeaumoku. < BACK | TOP | NEXT >