They're finally back!

After what seems like forever, Portishead have returned with their third album of original material called, well, Third. I am actually listening to it as I type (the song "Small" is playing). So far I can tell you that this is not your typical Portishead album. There is little of the trip hop that filled the first album and most of the second. This album is more experimental and in some places, really sparse. And right now, I'm feeling a bit blown away by it. I think it's going to take a few more listens, but I can see getting really into this record. I think Beth Gibbons has such a stunning voice that it's a pleasure to hear in any form, but it always sounds best when she's with the rest of Portishead.

Quick work story:

Today, after dealing with the light guys breaking 3 different fluorescent bulbs in back (thankfully I was no where near them when they fell several feet to their demise), I was heading back to the breakroom when I saw the Brinks money guy was standing outside the door. I asked him if anyone had paged a manager. He said he thought so, but couldn't be sure.

I let him in and then paged the manager on duty. It was Skippy who basically said, "It's going to be a while." Okay then. I told Mr. Brinks that I could get into the cashroom and at least he could set down the big ass bag of change he was carrying. I start looking around the cashroom to get him the money to "buy" our change order when I remember I don't have the code to the safe. Duh. Thankfully, one of our head cashiers happens to be heading out for the day so she comes into the room and opens the safe. We discover that no one has pulled out the money to exchange for our coin rolls so I snag the $590 and have the head cashier count it to confirm the amount. We bag it up and sign off on it, then realize that no one has logged out the cash deposit yet for the day so we do that too. We sign off on various things and get the man what he needs.

Just as we are finishing up, Skippy comes back and sticks his head in the cashroom. He asks if it's been taken care of. I tell him that I think so, but it's been about 7 yrs. since I've done this so there could be mistakes. Does he bother to check? Does he bother to ask me what I did to confirm that I did things correctly? Hells no. Seriously, I could have snagged cash and claimed I'd given it to the bank guy and would've had my ass fairly well covered. Sigh. Not saying what he was doing wasn't important, even though I don't know what it was he was doing...probably dealing with a customer, but it would have taken about a minute for me to tell him what I did and him to tell me if everything was kosher. Arrrghhh.