From Mary Poppins. Pathetically, anything referencing the suffragist movement brings me to tears.
In 2005, I dressed up as the Statue of Liberty, but even that costume wasn't as good as I would like.
So, I'm just brainstorming ideas for next year, so I can give myself some time to plan instead of being so last-minute.
Ideas for next year:
- Mary Poppins
- 1920s Suffragette
- Statue of Liberty (again, but better)
- Superwoman
- Something futuristic
P.S. -- I'm actually really doing Tarot Card readings tonight at The Haunted Werehouse in NE. 8pm-10-ish.
i'll be a beatnik witch.
ta-daaa!
surprise surprise.
SO WEIRD. Otherwise, I'm doing fine today. Relieved. Relaxed.
Halloween is this weekend, and there's so much going on.
I'm going to do Tarot at the Haunted WereHouse probably tomorrow, thursday, and friday evening from 7-10pm.
Saturday I'll have to hop around to a few different things going on,
and will probably end up spending a chunk of my evening at Dusty & Emmy's infamous party.
Oh, um... I haven't done a damn thing for my costume. I'm a terrible person.
I saw a great witch's hat at the party store, but it was $30, just for the hat.
Perhaps I will be "last-minute costume girl".
I've made an appointment at 1:15pm this afternoon at a downtown clinic to have my ear cut open, etc.
I have no idea how much they will charge, but it is a sliding scale for uninsured, and all that.
Big thanks to everyone who gave advice or simply just encouragement and support.
It should be an easy recovery, I hope. I don't have to go into work until Wednesday.
The ongoing urge to watch Mary Poppins continues...
- Music:Evangelista: Paper Kitten Claw
probably TMI, so don't read if grossed out,
but i have a cystic growth behind my ear that needs a quick out-patient incision/removal surgery.
this happened to me about 2-3 years ago, so i'm familiar with what it is.
Its very simple, just needs to be taken care of like this weekend or sooner, and watched very carefully.
It was uber easy previously because i had awesome health insurance. now i do not. yay recession.
its bad if it gets bigger and isn't treated. hopefully some ibuprofen will fend off the swelling and slight fever.
My doctor told me then that its just something that happens to some people.
Weird cystic growths that become infectious. i'm so lucky.
So some good friends have given me some ideas about how to treat this without the huge medical bill.
sliding scale, no-insurance type care. planned parenthood and providence, etc.
for now just trying to put thyme oil on it as an uber-strong antiseptic type of treatment. a lil hyro peroxide.
whatever home-care i can come up with until i figure out plan of action.
flying home for the doctors my mother works for isn't a practical option this weekend.
waiting too long, like more than a few days, would be potentially bad if it gets worse.
i'm hanging in there, everything will be ok, i will find a way to take care of things.
its just slightly scary and of urgent and immediate concern for me to handle.
some prayers for good health wouldn't hurt. just gotta take care of it.
screening replies but reading.
thanks everyone.
I allow myself occasional rants and raves, and despite everyone thinking I'm nutty, I continue to think that someone who has verified my ID several times already does not need to insist on physically touching the ID every single time. Particularly since other cashiers who do recognize me do not force me to do this, and are content grabbing my date of birth off the card without making me remove it from my wallet, or insisting on touching it.
yada yada yada... whine whine whine....
anyway I'm going to chat with my senator and representative about the interpretation of the law, and go from there.
Also, if any of you had contracted MRSA a year and a half ago like I did, you'd be freaked out by random germy people touching the permanent contents of your wallet as well. It's flu season. In fact, it's swine flu season. I'm high-risk because of my MRSA incident, which could have killed me had I not gotten such intense medical treatment and surgery. It makes me crazy. Just ignore me if you can't deal with it.
Also, I will be investing in some rubber gloves and disinfectant wipes, and using them quite publicly.
I might even go for the medical face mask, too.
Which I will cut a cigarette hole into to be extra ridiculous.
Cashiers say it is law, but people I've talked to say they can't find it on the books.
Time to get political!
IN OTHER NEWS - my Beatnik Betty Consulting brochures have arrived. They're pretty. But I found 1 typo.
Generation Meh: Your Poker Face Won't Save You
....or, why it isn't 'cool' to be unhappy or show vulnerability.
or a stoic is weakness, it’s distasteful
and it leaves people at a loss for how to react
in the face of such naked vulnerability."
THOUGHTS! I haz them.
In the meantime, here's an article that was brought to my attention today by a former co-worker friend about women in the workplace, and how we treat each other:
Canadian Financial Post: No Sisterhood At Work
The friend and I used to work at the same non-profit in DC, and she still works there now. Me and several other females at that workplace were being bullied and crapped on by one female manager in particular. The complaints in the HR department had started long before I ever came on board.
This manager is a self-proclaimed "feminist", yet her ideas of feminism include being corrupt, abusive, sabotaging, manipulative, and selfish toward her female co-workers and subordinates. Just as I had come on board to manage a 2-year campaign, another girl, let's call her 'S', was searching for a new job after months of seeing a therapist and getting physically ill because of this manager's behavior toward her. Strangely enough, this manager kissed the asses of every other male in the building. She would often not arrive in the office until noon, would leave early, and then "work from home" sending me emails at 11pm at night. She was constantly out of the office with some sickness or another. Meanwhile, the women like 'S' and I were working three times as hard yet being insulted and told we weren't good enough, were given false information or withholding important information from us, were sent on wild goose chases, worked overtime without pay, and otherwise had our time wasted and used. She stole ideas from us to claim as her own, and sabotaged attempts to meet our client's needs. She did not seem to grasp the understanding that when her team is succeeding, she looks good. Instead, she felt her subordinates were a threat, and sought to stomp them out.
She told me once, directly, that she has gotten to where she's at because she stepped on people on her way up. She freely admitted that, and it made me sick. And of course, the HR manager and executives are afraid of her, and conflict-avoidant, so although they told 'S' and I (and several other women) that they would "look into it and do something about it", admitting that there was a long-term problem, they would never do anything, and the problem only continued to exacerbate until the culmination of my 2-year stint when I left the organization. It's a gigantic shame, actually, because I loved everything about that job, and everyone else at that organization, and they loved me too, but the Bully-Manager was making my life hell and making me physically sick, as well. It was sad to leave that job, but a relief to escape a destructive female bully manager.
I know several women on my LJ have been victims of 'feminine-bullying' in the workplace or otherwise, so thought I would share this article. It's important to talk about these issues instead of sweeping them under the rug. If "women are the new men", then we're going to need to learn to work together without clawing each others' eyes out, or trying to act so 'unempathetic' that we go to the extreme of being corrupt and mean. We shouldn't have to seek therapy and medical attention as a result of this social catastrophe. It just ain't right.
I scribbled down a pair of haikus yesterday.
Wait for it... wait for it... ready?
No? Too bad.
Once I made big bucks
in Washington DC but
now I'm poor and fucked.
Once I had it good;
401k and paid leave.
Damn the recession.
My schedule, as far as I can see, for the rest of the week:
Tuesday:
10am-3pm --- start new job at J Jill
5pm-7pm --- editing/proofreading shinto manuscript
8pm-9pm --- "sci fi" voiceover recordings
Wednesday:
10am-3pm --- new job at J Jill
3:30pm-4:30pm --- stop by non-profit job fair
5:30pm-7:30pm --- editing/proofreading shinto manuscript
8pm-9pm --- "sci fi" voiceover recordings
Thursday:
10am-6pm --- finalize editing/proofreading shinto manuscript & send to author
7:30pm-10pm --- modeling casting call my agent Theresa asked me to attend
Friday:
10am-1pm --- "sci fi" voiceover recordings
2pm-6pm --- OPEN FOR CLIENT MEETINGS & TAROT APPOINTMENTS!!
8pm-10pm --- meeting for follow up on post-event Portland Fashion Week press work
- Music:Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson
If anyone here on my list really wants to go and wants to be one of my guests tonight, please send me a message, email me, or call me as soon as you see this and decide you want to go. I have until 5pm to add names to the list. Thank you.
5 days of Portland Fashion Week insanity starts today. I have to be on site around 4pm. Meanwhile, I'm scheduling a last-minute coffee meeting with a really fabulous designer who wants to talk to me about PR/promo services around 2pm, which is going to have to be super-quick, but she knows I'm doing press stuff with PFW so hopefully can forgive that I will have to put our more serious discussions off for another week.
Last-minute reminder that if anyone wants to buy tickets to the event, or hell, even just an after-party pass, please visit http://www.portlandfashionweek.net/ and use my last name, 'MOORE', as the promo code to get 10% off your ticket price.
There's no shortage of activities and projects to keep me busy here in Portland. And one day... one fine magical day... some of them will actually pay off for me, and my sad little checking account.
Good morning, everyone. Happy Monday.
I'm subjecting
acesifda to an Ani DiFranco music marathon this morning.
So far, so good. Stay tuned...
:D
Just another perk from Beatnik Betty. ;)
We went to the Japanese Gardens today, which was so amazingly beautiful, and drove around downtown, mostly through SE to Belmont and Hawthorne, and stopped at a Middle Eastern cafe for lunch, then went to a nearby Farmer's Market and bought some shiitake mushrooms.
Tonight should be fun for Eric's first night out on the town in pdx. Hope to see some of you out and about to receive hugs and high-fives, etc.
So I guess I'll see what he wants to do after a long day of airport hopping, but I'm hoping to bring him out to karaoke or something to meet a few folks. And then of course I'm hoping to socialize him a lot this weekend, so please do let me know if you want to hang and what's happening. He's only here until next Thursday so he and I have a lot to do and see in a short time.
OK, off I go.
<3
*dives back in to work*
I scooted up to North Portland to meet my friend Tyler, who is easily a full foot shorter than me, even if she's wearing high heels. We attended a vintage fashion show event at the Queen Anne Victorian House Mansion, and ooh'd and aah'd over the dresses and hairstyles of the models. Tito, my boss from Portland Fashion Week, showed up toward the end of the event, and he came up to chat with me, wish me a happy birthday, and introduce me to a few people.
Eric called me just before he went to see a Gwar show with his friends, and sent a photo later that evening of him covered in what he explained was called "gwar sauce". I sent him a photo of the brightly-lit runway which was held outside the mansion. Eric will be here in just two days, if you can believe it, to visit for a week.
I have a ton of things to do, not only today, but tomorrow, and the next day, and so on. No surprise, there. I'm starting to get really stressed about everything actually. In addition to the voice recordings, spreadsheets, manuscript edits, and Portland Fashion Week (PFW) meetings and work, my 2 courses online at U of Maryland start today. AND my bathroom tub has been clogged for 3 days now, even after using 2 full bottles of drano. Its disgusting, and the cloggage occurred just after my roommate washed his dog in the tub last week. Dishes in the sink and clogged bathtubs drive me absolutely insane and are mixing poorly with my PMS. I'm not sure what to do at this point, since the usual drano solution is doing nothing, and I'm just left wanting to pull out my hair.
Today I'll find some silence to get started on the voice recordings. I also have to log in to my 2 psychology courses online and get started reviewing the syllabus. I also have to run to the bank, respond to PFW communications with media people, play with PFW spreadsheets (the perfect Virgo hobby), and attend the all-hands PFW meeting tonight, since the event is just 2 weeks away.
Yes, my friends, the tide is high.
Dear Spiders:
No, you cannot crawl into bed with me at night. We've had this discussion. Please stop trying.
The liberal use of lavender oil around my bedroom should have tipped you off.
There are plenty of insects outdoors that you can eat. I am not on the menu, so please stay outdoors.
Sincerely,
~B
- Mood:
nervous
