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June 14th, 2010
08:26 pm - Writer's Block: It’s the Little Things…
The dog needs to eat his $7 hypoallergenic meal every day or he'd scratch himself to smittereens. My budget is pathetic, therefore I'm wearing disreputeble underwear that long ago lost it's elastic, and all my socks have holes in them.
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June 9th, 2010
04:47 pm - Writer's Block: The Worst Job
A friend of mine worked for several years as a cake decorator in an erotic bakery in Boston.That was a cool gig for her because the owner was feminist, plus she got to do some interesting art, like paint a tarot card on to a cake with frosting.
So, when I first moved to the Bay Area I was pounding the pavement for work when I walked by an erotic bakery. I walk past it, then decided to turn around and walk in. When I asked the man behind the counter for work, he ogled me, then said, "Sure. There's work," and asked me to start tomorrow.
Then next day when I went in, the alcohol on the owner's breath was obvious. He sloppily tried to flirt, then brought me to meet "the guys, " who looked at me in complete exasperation and said, "Why did you hire her? There isn't enough work as it is!" The owner muttered an excuse then asked him to show me how to make roses out of icing.
I observed people would call up and order erotic cakes with either white or dark chocolate body parts and order things like a large white chocolate penis stuck in to a hairy dark chocolate ass, with drippy icing greetings and such. Several times during the day a homeless person would walk in and the boss would go in to the back room and cut them a huge piece of cake from cakes that had been delivered but not received. Usually at housing projects, the owner said.
The cakes were chemical chocolate, pseudo strawberry or fake vanilla that were just mixed with water and baked. The smell of spun sugar and artificial flavoring just about knocked me out as I am chemically sensitive. The surly scraggly haired guy who had been there the longest, hunching over cakes 9 months, was just totally unhelpful to me. I had not much to do so then the owner then had me working the register, with him. His alcohol reek and having him unnecessarily wedged right behind me was revolting, so I quit. When I asked him to pay me was drunk enough to just hand me an envelope stuffed with cash.
About a year later, when I quit waitressing at a place that had a highly unscrupulous manger, I remembered the cake guy. I ordered a cake with a huge white chocolate penis penetrating a hairy dark chocolate butt and had it send to Richard, care of the club. A friend of mine was gleefully there to witness the ensuing hoopla upon arrival of the cake.
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March 15th, 2010
05:30 am - Writer's Block: Out of fashion
I am not fond of the long layered polyester neon smock T-shirt look, with the plunging neckline and tank top underneath.
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June 14th, 2009
07:31 am - Writer's Block: You're a Winner!
Oh, yeah- I won a couple art awards. In second grade, I won first prize in a firefighter poster drawing contest, and received a trophy. In junior high, I received some art award during graduation, and skidded on the gym floor in my first and last pair of heels.
These days, I aspire to win $25 grocery card for bringing in my own bags.
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07:24 am - Writer's Block: You're a Winner!
Once, when I was a little kid, I won a set of cheap forks, knives, and spoons. I remember it was at a hospital cafeteria drawing in Pennsylvania, where I suspect my mom took me to visit an ailing uncle or grandmother. I would have preferred the doll, but got the dinnerware, which I hung onto until my older sister moved out, then I gave it to her, probably realizing by then that it was worthless crap.
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December 10th, 2008
06:06 am
I don't enjoy kerplunking my way through the week. I am like the only attachment the kids have these days, the rest of the time they run wild. Needless to say, diahrrea-boy returns each day to spread the wealth, then I send him home again.
Took Owen to his weekly therapy appt yesterday, a timely one since every day there is some teriffic oversight on the part of the hacks hired to rebuild the porch, who pretend they don't understand the language when not wanting to take direction. Yesterday they did stuff that will just have to be done over. They are basically complaining they don't have the time to do it right the first time!
Off to work, my tummy is rumbling...ACK! Another freaking WEds night meeting. I'm not going today.
Current Mood:  disgusted
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November 4th, 2008
06:02 am - Helpful Hint #1
My mom sent me this, and a lotto ticket in Owen's birthday card. Maybe we won, I should check before I go to work.
REMEMBER: Cell Phone Numbers Go Public 10/20/08
REMINDER.... all cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies tomorrow and you will start to receive sale calls.
.... YOU WILL BE CHARGED FOR THESE CALLS
To prevent this, call the following number from your cell phone:
888-382-1222.
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July 26th, 2008
06:50 pm - Paisley At 14 1/2 Weeks
Burnt Toast Brindle Emerging
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Wrex and Paisley Play Jolly Jolly Ball
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Several Seconds Of Ball Play On A Very Hot Day
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Cooling Off Under The Picnic Table
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The Square Pose
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Hide And Seek
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Terrier Humor
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A Quick Shot As She Runs Straight For The Lense Cap String
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Current Mood:  calm
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May 15th, 2008
04:07 pm - We Have Entered Another Dimention
Lots of death and chaos in Berzekley. 2 seperate murders, 1 shoot out close to my work. The other was an 18 yr old girl shot in her closet by her ex. Her mom found her. Her brother was killed in a car accident on the way to his parents after he heard the news.
Work has been taking on such a surreal quality, I truly feel like we have entered another dimention.
At last night's meeting, when Mary brought up hiring teacher assistants to replace teacher position, I mentioned the article I just read for class mentioning how the kids learn social stratification when ESL people are all hired into subservient positions. She of course defended her decision by claiming she was helping people move up the ranks. I plan on e-mailing her the article.
Mary was friends with Grandog, who ran our little school, until Pat took over, ran it into the ground, and balmed everything on Grandog. Grandog's brother died recently. I mentioned this to Mary, who said, "Is there a card going around?" So I spent $5 on a card, and she did not sign it. She had her lower rank manager sign, With Love, T, Mary.
Grandog had a major curse going down in her astrological chart which started around last year. She has had the worst string of bad luck when it comes to jobs ever since,and she is highly educated. Maybe even over educated. An over educated white woman is the most politically correct target there is in this bubble of fascist coservative political new speech intellectuals. After she got her third auto-rejection from the university, her husband finally said, "Face it, Grandog. You've been blackballed."
So I'm staring at this fairly blank sympathy card Mary asked me to buy and it's signed by me, Owen, the T/Mary pseudo-well-wishers and this sweet young assistant whom only met Grandog once- and am fairly shocked that Mary won't even sign a sympathy card, based on gossip and hearsay! I drew harts and well wishes all over it and sent it anyway.
The karmic retrobution is the pseudo random health and safety survey the evil mold-ignoring head of that department sent out all employees. I wrote that the building is making people sick with black mold and that a full 50% of the teachers were on extended leave due to back and shoulder injury, that everybody ignores. I'm sure they just sent the survey to scan for lawsuit potential, because the dept head wont acknowledge mold because there is nothing that can fix it except building replacement.
Also, the feminist activist professor from my recent course e-mailed me to et up a meeting with her best friend who works in the labor health and safety department, and she is truly interested.
Owen and I each have a 6 PM appt with a floatation tank. I can't wait to deprive my poor overly stimulated sensory organs.
Current Mood:  hopeful
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September 20th, 2007
05:22 pm - Curious Meme Chain Inquiry
from hazynuts. Post in comments section, etc.
1. Do you have a tattoo?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Fish?
5. Do you dream in color?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Hipsters or Hillbillies?
8. How did we meet?
9. What's your philosophy on life and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like musicals?
13. What is your fondest memory of me?
14. If you could change anything about yourself what would it be?
15. Would you cheat ?
16. What are you wearing?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. Which do you prefer - short or long hair?
21. What's your favorite day of the week?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. What was your first impression of me?
26. Have you ever done drugs?
27. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
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