i used to work at the camera store/photo lab in the century city mall, now i work at the one in santa monica place (same company, just transferred), and santa monica place is soooo much better than century city. parking's a pain in the ass at cc, and, because it's an outdoor mall, everyone brings their stupid-ass dog with him/her. this past year it also got bought out by a cheesy conglomerate that really cheapened it; they put in a little kiddie ride and now offer little kiddie karts in which parents put their children and push around. the stores are lame and the clientele are uppity snobs.santa monica actually has things that i, at least, wanna buy and, once you find it, the food court has some really good stuff (the homemade mashed potatoes and gravy at the southern place, the lamb kabobs cooked over a fire when you order them at the greek place). pretty much, though, my days are a lot like those in kevin smith's mallrats. the people who just stand still when they reach the bottom of an escalator make me nuts . i swear, next time the "near-miss-of-a-pileup" happens, i'm gonna push that person, just to teach the asshole a lesson. is it so hard to take a few steps forward? sigh ...