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Saturday, January 26, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
classy
update on my classy existence:
i am taking an editing and design class and on school magazine and newspaper staff. yes i am a total dork. i always kinda wanted to be on yearbook in high school, so there you go. i am taking a class called 'the politics of sexual violence' which is full of stuff i already know about but it's nice because i get to be righteously angry all over again like when i was 16. and 21. and, well, pretty much 25 through now! what else am i taking? i can't even remember. oh - a women's studies/anthro class 'culture, gender, and sexuality'.
i am back to looking for work again. i am volunteering for a freelance grant writer for some experience in doing that. i am teaching myself excel and hopefully soon will learn how to build basic websites so that i can get a job that actually pays my rent. all of a sudden i am super busy again. yay! and no more fucking cleaning up after people. theda was pissed, but it's over.
i am taking an editing and design class and on school magazine and newspaper staff. yes i am a total dork. i always kinda wanted to be on yearbook in high school, so there you go. i am taking a class called 'the politics of sexual violence' which is full of stuff i already know about but it's nice because i get to be righteously angry all over again like when i was 16. and 21. and, well, pretty much 25 through now! what else am i taking? i can't even remember. oh - a women's studies/anthro class 'culture, gender, and sexuality'.
i am back to looking for work again. i am volunteering for a freelance grant writer for some experience in doing that. i am teaching myself excel and hopefully soon will learn how to build basic websites so that i can get a job that actually pays my rent. all of a sudden i am super busy again. yay! and no more fucking cleaning up after people. theda was pissed, but it's over.
Rosewita
On my flickr page i have gotten mostly 5 or 6 hits on each of my photographs, the portraits, of course, being the most popular. people like to look at other people. lots of people like to look at my brother apparently. for some reason though, this one of Rosewita has gotten over 100 hits. maybe someone linked to it. i honestly don't know what the fuck is going on. is it a great picture? i met Rosewita on plaka beach (the nude beach) on naxos in greece. She lives in Gratz, austria, and has spent the summer on plaka beach every year for the past 30 years. She remembers in the 6o's when everyone lived in bamboo huts and then the police came and burned them all down (same story as everywhere else) because they weren't bringing money to spend on the island. also probably because no one likes hippies!
anyway, she was awesome. we slept on the beach for two weeks until one night someone tried to rob us. for the next few nights she let us sleep under this huge tree on the property her broken down old bus was parked on - this tree itself used to house dozens of people. she came by our beach encampment (which consisted of two beach umbrellas and a broken windsurfing board) every day and gave us tomatoes that she had stolen from the landlord's field, and also introduced me to the idea of slathering myself in olive oil, since i could not afford sunblock. i must say i looked fucking great when i came back from that trip. she referred to greek men as "macho's" as in, "oh, great, here comes another fucking macho..." and taught me how to say 'we are not slaves' (we as in women) and 'get away from me' in greek, and demystified all of that "ELLA! ELLA! ELLA!" bullshit (it means 'come here') and hated it as much as i did. greek men yell this as you walk down the street. it's like their 'HOLLA' or whatever.
this picture was taken the morning i left naxos. i was so happy to be able to say goodbye to her. i found her to be a tremendously welcoming and giving person. she also said that whenever i was in gratz to look her up and gave me her address and phone number. The reason the horizon is blurred in the background is because this just happened to be the first day of the sirocco, the wind from the south that brings humidity, and we awoke to these conditions. Rosewita said that we were lucky, it was the perfect day to be leaving naxos, because the sirocco makes people miserable and paranoid and act crazy. there was something else she said about the wind being from africa, and about how that is why the greek people hate it so much. i guess they don't like the blacks! i was more than happy, by then, to get the fuck off of that island. i asked her if i could take her picture, and this was one of only two that i took.
anyway, she was awesome. we slept on the beach for two weeks until one night someone tried to rob us. for the next few nights she let us sleep under this huge tree on the property her broken down old bus was parked on - this tree itself used to house dozens of people. she came by our beach encampment (which consisted of two beach umbrellas and a broken windsurfing board) every day and gave us tomatoes that she had stolen from the landlord's field, and also introduced me to the idea of slathering myself in olive oil, since i could not afford sunblock. i must say i looked fucking great when i came back from that trip. she referred to greek men as "macho's" as in, "oh, great, here comes another fucking macho..." and taught me how to say 'we are not slaves' (we as in women) and 'get away from me' in greek, and demystified all of that "ELLA! ELLA! ELLA!" bullshit (it means 'come here') and hated it as much as i did. greek men yell this as you walk down the street. it's like their 'HOLLA' or whatever.
this picture was taken the morning i left naxos. i was so happy to be able to say goodbye to her. i found her to be a tremendously welcoming and giving person. she also said that whenever i was in gratz to look her up and gave me her address and phone number. The reason the horizon is blurred in the background is because this just happened to be the first day of the sirocco, the wind from the south that brings humidity, and we awoke to these conditions. Rosewita said that we were lucky, it was the perfect day to be leaving naxos, because the sirocco makes people miserable and paranoid and act crazy. there was something else she said about the wind being from africa, and about how that is why the greek people hate it so much. i guess they don't like the blacks! i was more than happy, by then, to get the fuck off of that island. i asked her if i could take her picture, and this was one of only two that i took.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
i quit
ok. i'm clearly not going to work. i guess i quit? i haven't quit like this in a long time. years.
when was the last time i quit in this particular way - the old"no call no show"? i seriously cannot even remember, but i bet it was the last time i had to work somewhere that i either had to a) wear a uniform or some other type of clothing than i normally would feel comfortable wearing, or b) was forced to interact with the public in a humiliating way. wait! all of my jobs have been one or the other or even both! jesus.
well, poor theda. she's such a nice person. except that every time i go out into the cold cold wet SF night she makes a pile of money for sitting in front of the fire with her stupid boyfriend. fuck that shit. my feet hurt and i am not going to get on the 14 with my vacuum and backpack full of cleaning supplies, and i won't go to the place even around the corner.
those people do not deserve a clean office. they are pigs.
HOW TO TREAT THE HELP
here are some pointers if you want your cleaning lady to retain at least a small amount of dignity:
- if you're playing basketball with the trashcan all day and your aim is bad, get up and pick all that shit up at the end of the day. there are 50 desks in that office alone , can you imagine your mom or grandma stooping under desks all goddamn night just because you were too lazy to wheel your little wheelie chair a couple of feet over and PLACE your post-it's in the bin?
- if your office kitchen garbage can starts to overflow, start a new bag instead of cramming more and more into the overfull bin so that slimy rotting food falls onto the floor and must be picked up...try having someone come in twice a week maybe if it's an ish.
- don't call the supervisor/owner of the company/etc and complain that the cleaning person missed a spot. how fucking rude. get over it.
- DO leave: sarasa gel pens, frozen reeses pb cups, bagels and cream cheese, and other assorted treats free for the taking.
- it's ok to talk to us. i don't have TB. i'm not going to shank you.
- leave your dogs at home. i mean, are you serious? how Co- can you be?
- bonuses at Christmas. It was all I got this year (from anyone). $20 from Pivotal labs, and they spelled my name correctly on the card. it warmed my heart, for reals.
i guess i will tell her after all. it feels so mean not to. bleueghcf. hate. it.
when was the last time i quit in this particular way - the old"no call no show"? i seriously cannot even remember, but i bet it was the last time i had to work somewhere that i either had to a) wear a uniform or some other type of clothing than i normally would feel comfortable wearing, or b) was forced to interact with the public in a humiliating way. wait! all of my jobs have been one or the other or even both! jesus.
well, poor theda. she's such a nice person. except that every time i go out into the cold cold wet SF night she makes a pile of money for sitting in front of the fire with her stupid boyfriend. fuck that shit. my feet hurt and i am not going to get on the 14 with my vacuum and backpack full of cleaning supplies, and i won't go to the place even around the corner.
those people do not deserve a clean office. they are pigs.
HOW TO TREAT THE HELP
here are some pointers if you want your cleaning lady to retain at least a small amount of dignity:
- if you're playing basketball with the trashcan all day and your aim is bad, get up and pick all that shit up at the end of the day. there are 50 desks in that office alone , can you imagine your mom or grandma stooping under desks all goddamn night just because you were too lazy to wheel your little wheelie chair a couple of feet over and PLACE your post-it's in the bin?
- if your office kitchen garbage can starts to overflow, start a new bag instead of cramming more and more into the overfull bin so that slimy rotting food falls onto the floor and must be picked up...try having someone come in twice a week maybe if it's an ish.
- don't call the supervisor/owner of the company/etc and complain that the cleaning person missed a spot. how fucking rude. get over it.
- DO leave: sarasa gel pens, frozen reeses pb cups, bagels and cream cheese, and other assorted treats free for the taking.
- it's ok to talk to us. i don't have TB. i'm not going to shank you.
- leave your dogs at home. i mean, are you serious? how Co- can you be?
- bonuses at Christmas. It was all I got this year (from anyone). $20 from Pivotal labs, and they spelled my name correctly on the card. it warmed my heart, for reals.
i guess i will tell her after all. it feels so mean not to. bleueghcf. hate. it.
Pictures
so i started a flickr account here and it has been real, but i was supposed to go to work like 5 hours ago.
today i finally busted someone out for coughing on me. on the bus of course.
i channeled stephanie tanner:
and he continued to cough, except he would ball up his fist and hold it like 3 inches from his mouth. what do people learn from their mothers if not to cover that shit up?!
today i finally busted someone out for coughing on me. on the bus of course.
i channeled stephanie tanner:
and he continued to cough, except he would ball up his fist and hold it like 3 inches from his mouth. what do people learn from their mothers if not to cover that shit up?!
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