Pieces of Conversastion Part II

This one took place at work not that many minutes...or rather the comments came by in wisps of a larger one I wanted no part of.

I work in a home health agency where discrimination based on race, gender, class, sexual orientation and/or religion is a big no-no. Well, let me tell you what happens when they're all getting their shit together at the office:

Carpet muncher was just thrown around, another co-worker (who I have quickly learned to talk to about work stuff only) commented on the fact the patient had been hit by a car when trying to get to the local gay bar, stating the person should have run her over as she has no tolerance for that sort of thing, has said if her son was in any way effeminate or gay, she would disown him and so on.

The co-worker who commiserates with me said something to the above lady, saying she was nasty and I have said she isn't supposed to show open disdain for a population of people when she is to treat everyone equally while on company time, but she (hates gay people lady) apologized for nothing. She also throws the word retarded around like its going out of style so either we're going to have to have a one-on-one chat or my boss and I will, which could end up being worse for HGPL in the long run.

But really, would any of them appreciate being discriminated against for their skin color or how about if heterosexuality was outlawed and homosexuality was the norm? Flip the script and see how fast people backtrack, such as with a woman's right to privacy eh?

This open disdain for a population of people who are oppressed enough, then having a member from an equally oppressed culture inflict the same process of discrimination on someone else does not sit well with me.

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Pieces of Conversation Part I

Here's a bit of typical objectification for you to peruse and gawk. First, let me set the scene for you.

It's 9pm and we're just sitting down to dinner. I had put together a small table-top grill, started it and put together turkeyburgers for myself, along with french fries and a sprite of course. He arrived just as dinner was ready and since I had enough, I offered him some, too.

We finish dinner and commence to watching House. At 11, after both he and I dozed a few times, he stretched and this is where it got nasty.

G: You fed me dinner, so what's for dessert?

Me: Sleep.

G: But I'm horny.

Me: So?

Then there is silence as I'm sure he contemplated what I just said, effectively turning him down and taking control over my body at the same time.

It was about 10min later he excused himself, leaving with nary a goodbye kiss, which was okay considering I was fuming at his lack of respect. The funny thing is, when he got home, he text messaged me with, "I made it home safely, thanks for the concern!" Is that not passive aggressive snarkiness or what? I replied with, "Are you more upset with the fact I wasn't willing to play the part of human blow up doll?"

And of course I was right because the next day he called my argument petty, told me I needed to grow up, that I was always thinking someone was going to fuck me over or that I'm always trying to prove a point and then added if I truly knew how he felt about me, I'd have known he didn't mean any disrespect by that comment. Never mind the fact I explained to him the objectification process 2 times already and how I corrected him when he used the term "sexing" in the same sentence when discussing our relationship just a few weeks prior.

So, he is effectively out of my life and I'm on to doing the solo thing again, which seems to be working out much better for me anyway.

As a co-worker said yesterday, "Yes, I'm always petty when it comes to the objectification of my body."

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I think The Nut would approve :)

The Nut has been busy with her new job, so I thought I would take up a bit of the slack. Lol. This was posted on another blog that The Nut is a member of, and I felt it would fit in great right here too.

Check out this video:

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Another job it is!

I have another job for which I went on the interview Friday morning and was offered the job that afternoon while out doing errands.

Yesterday morning I started and so far this place is hella better than the other one. They are much more flexible, hardly concerned with what each other is doing at their desk because they're all busy working and most importantly, they seem friendly with each other and they like to laugh! Not to mention there is much more of a team vibe coming from the room than the previous job I tried out.

My favorite part is Peanut's before/after school care is less than 10min away when all the lights stay green for me! Now, instead of taking 45min to do my morning route, it only takes 20 - 25. Yippeee!

Unfortunately the weather is changing in good 'ol Virginia, gearing up for spring, so I woke with a stuffy nose and sore throat this morning and can't wait to get home and go to sleep. We also turned our clocks ahead 3 weeks early so I get all kinds of confused when looking out the window at 7pm and seeing sunlight.

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Peanutisms

Last week while walking the dogs, Peanut announced to me:

"Mom, there as a popo up in my school today."

For those of you not down with slang, popo means cop. When I asked Peanut if he just said what I think he did, he nodded then proceeded to explain it meant there was a police officer in his school.

I laughed and said, "Honey, you do not have to school yo moms."

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Libby found guilty!

Yes! This may very well mean one tier of the Bush Administration has cracked, causing a weakness that will make it easier to hold them accountable for all the bullshit they have brought upon us the last 7 years.

This is very good news indeed.

Now if someone could just tackle Wal-Mart once and for all....

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Depression and the Lottery

This not working thing sucks. What's more, the drawing for tonight’s lottery is up to $350million. Even if I win a quarter of that I'm set for life, having the ability to live off interest alone.

Of course I'd give most of the money away, or perhaps take Angelina Jolie's take on it: 1/3 to charities, 1/3 into an interest bearing account and the last 1/3 to live off of. Hell, if I only needed 1/3 of my money to live my day to day life, that would be sweet wouldn't it?

Anyway, $350million would get me a few houses here in Church Hill (they sell for $300,000 and up once renovated/refurbished - when they do sell that is) so Peanut and I would have a stable place to live, my friend L. could live next door, then a 3rd house would be for guests (because I get so many but I might once they know I'm rich; moochers come out of the woodworks doncha know). Then I could buy my sister a house in Fredericksburg and my mom and dad could afford to move to Williamsburg, closer to my mom's ailing parents.

I would give some to my dad's sister to help her cope with her MS in the winter months (they live in North Tonawanda, just outside Buffalo and just below the Great Lakes), possibly getting her an aide, which she will tell me she doesn't need but I'm sure her husband wouldn't mind the help given there are days, even weeks, she can only get around using a wheelchair.

Of course I would give some to local animal shelters and rescues to help find pets homes instead of having to euthanize them. Giving them some money to help pay Animal Control Officers so they are better able to enforce the laws the General Assembly keeps passing would be a good idea, too.

I could stop working altogether and get my master's in Social Work while my friend L. could finally get her degree in Criminal Justice and start becoming a profiler, her dream job. Eventually, since money wouldn't be an issue, I could get my Ph.D. and be called, "Dr." hehehe. I could get to work on the issues that really matter to me such as poverty and gender without worrying about income or the lack thereof.


*sigh* In my own little piece of the world, dreaming about what to do with $350million helps alleviate some of the stress the struggle to get by day to day causes, even if the chance of me winning is 1 in 175million (or something like that).

Best of all? I could get a new car that no one else has screwed up yet and have the ability to screw it up all by myself. And my friend L. could get the jeep she once had but her asshole husband sold when they got divorced because he didn't want her to have anything.

It's the little things people.

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New Found Joblessness and knitting updates

I emailed 7 resumes last Wednesday and mailed 4 today, including one for a Saturday only job of helping animals and families find each other (I thought it would be fun in and of itself).

I had an interview Friday with a company in which I originally applied for another position. It seems like my kind of job, longevity is a good sign in my opinion and it appeared they are more than willing to reciprocate loyalty and flexibility. The only problem is the hours are 7-4 M-F. Whew, I'd have to become a morning person and so would Peanut.

I've almost completed Lady Eleanor; I need to figure out how to do 1 row of crochet and the fringe. I'll take a picture of her when I visit my parents this weekend so you all can see, too.

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