Lost in Columbus...
I want to do another set, I'm feeling frisky, but I don't know anyone here in this town and I certainly don't know any photographers. I emailed Alissa Brunelli but she's a hot topic and I imagine I'm at the end of a very long line of models who want to shoot with her. Sadness. Somebody find me a good photographer and away we shall go!!!
Meanwhile, in the world of reality: my car got broken into Friday night. They smashed out the driver's side window, threw all the junk in the back seat into the snow, and took...a dvd. Balls. All that for a used copy of The Crow? Surely people can find better things to do than to vandalize. Apparently, most vandals strike out of displaced anger. That is why the majority of vandals are disgruntled juveniles. Sigh. Can't we just talk about our feelings instead of acting like idiots? Poor, pathetic vandals. Well, I certainly know what it's like to be angry, so to my faceless attackers: I forgive you. You inconvenienced me and cost me some money, but I hope you learn a thing or two from The Crow about what happens to angry criminals in the end, and I hope you get some help for your pent-up rage. Maybe keep a journal? How about listening to some soft, soothing music when life gets you down. Or, best of all, smoke some pot, eat some icecream, and feel at peace.
This takes me to another topic: that of retaliation. I had to put the kaibosh down recently on a coworker who was running his mouth in the wrong direction. Now, given my propensity for going fully nude, I'm pretty easy-going when it comes to matters of sex. About 3 months ago, I took a job as housekeeper for my apartment complex. I am the only female in a group of 7 maitenance men...yes, the stereotypes about the people that occupy these positions is certainly true...the talk is some of the most vulgar I've ever encountered in my life, and at 30, I've been around the block a few times to have heard a great deal of crass. Even still, in the interest of getting along (and being wholly outnumbered) I have rolled with the punches, joked around as best I could, and laughed off the more offensive comments, which became a daily ritual of endurance.
This past week, however, 1 of the younger members of my crew took things too far by announcing that I had given a blowjob to my neighbor (this was after I had asked him to stop making related comments earlier in the day). At first, I tried to respond with the same brand of humor everyone there seems to relish in, but I was deeply offended and felt very degraded, and so a few minutes later I told him that if he ever made a comment like that to me or about me again, I would be filing sexual harassment charges. The next day, my boss found out about the incident, and sent my coworker home without pay for the day. He also requested that everyone on the team refrain from using sexually based humor, including me, which I agreed to without a problem.
Now, my idiot coworkers are treating me like a pariah, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same immature coworker who smashed out my window in an attempt to retaliate for not getting his way. Imagine a toddler stomping his feet and hitting his teacher when his favorite toy is taken away, and you will understand the mentality of the people I am working with. What's interesting to me is that I prefer not having any of them conversate with me. I used to want to be friends with them, but now I see that not any of them, not even my 2-faced team leader who I had a crush on, are worth my time. Yes folks, Miss Quicksand has found her self-respect on the job, and she's not giving it up for anything or anyone. This whole stupid ordeal has made me realize that A) in terms of friends, I can do way better, and B) silence is Golden. Now I can focus on my job and not have to put up with being bullied or backed into a corner.
Retaliation may be yours, but victory, as always, is mine.
Peace,
Quicksand
I want to do another set, I'm feeling frisky, but I don't know anyone here in this town and I certainly don't know any photographers. I emailed Alissa Brunelli but she's a hot topic and I imagine I'm at the end of a very long line of models who want to shoot with her. Sadness. Somebody find me a good photographer and away we shall go!!!
Meanwhile, in the world of reality: my car got broken into Friday night. They smashed out the driver's side window, threw all the junk in the back seat into the snow, and took...a dvd. Balls. All that for a used copy of The Crow? Surely people can find better things to do than to vandalize. Apparently, most vandals strike out of displaced anger. That is why the majority of vandals are disgruntled juveniles. Sigh. Can't we just talk about our feelings instead of acting like idiots? Poor, pathetic vandals. Well, I certainly know what it's like to be angry, so to my faceless attackers: I forgive you. You inconvenienced me and cost me some money, but I hope you learn a thing or two from The Crow about what happens to angry criminals in the end, and I hope you get some help for your pent-up rage. Maybe keep a journal? How about listening to some soft, soothing music when life gets you down. Or, best of all, smoke some pot, eat some icecream, and feel at peace.
This takes me to another topic: that of retaliation. I had to put the kaibosh down recently on a coworker who was running his mouth in the wrong direction. Now, given my propensity for going fully nude, I'm pretty easy-going when it comes to matters of sex. About 3 months ago, I took a job as housekeeper for my apartment complex. I am the only female in a group of 7 maitenance men...yes, the stereotypes about the people that occupy these positions is certainly true...the talk is some of the most vulgar I've ever encountered in my life, and at 30, I've been around the block a few times to have heard a great deal of crass. Even still, in the interest of getting along (and being wholly outnumbered) I have rolled with the punches, joked around as best I could, and laughed off the more offensive comments, which became a daily ritual of endurance.
This past week, however, 1 of the younger members of my crew took things too far by announcing that I had given a blowjob to my neighbor (this was after I had asked him to stop making related comments earlier in the day). At first, I tried to respond with the same brand of humor everyone there seems to relish in, but I was deeply offended and felt very degraded, and so a few minutes later I told him that if he ever made a comment like that to me or about me again, I would be filing sexual harassment charges. The next day, my boss found out about the incident, and sent my coworker home without pay for the day. He also requested that everyone on the team refrain from using sexually based humor, including me, which I agreed to without a problem.
Now, my idiot coworkers are treating me like a pariah, and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same immature coworker who smashed out my window in an attempt to retaliate for not getting his way. Imagine a toddler stomping his feet and hitting his teacher when his favorite toy is taken away, and you will understand the mentality of the people I am working with. What's interesting to me is that I prefer not having any of them conversate with me. I used to want to be friends with them, but now I see that not any of them, not even my 2-faced team leader who I had a crush on, are worth my time. Yes folks, Miss Quicksand has found her self-respect on the job, and she's not giving it up for anything or anyone. This whole stupid ordeal has made me realize that A) in terms of friends, I can do way better, and B) silence is Golden. Now I can focus on my job and not have to put up with being bullied or backed into a corner.
Retaliation may be yours, but victory, as always, is mine.
Peace,
Quicksand
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kusanagi2k:
sounds like your coworkers are scared little boys with small cocks. If i was in your position and some one had said I gave my neighbor a blowjob, i would have said "yeah, but he said you do it better". 
Let them treat you like a pariah, they are fag ass losers. I like sexual comedy as much as the next person, but there are lines you don't cross on the clock. so fuck 'em. 
wait...don't fuck 'em...fuck me instead 
HA! guess I am no better than the rest. I was just telling my friend the other day the the movie "Idiocracy" is starting to look like a documentary more and more every day
Let them treat you like a pariah, they are fag ass losers. I like sexual comedy as much as the next person, but there are lines you don't cross on the clock. so fuck 'em. wait...don't fuck 'em...fuck me instead HA! guess I am no better than the rest. I was just telling my friend the other day the the movie "Idiocracy" is starting to look like a documentary more and more every day 
quicksand:
haha yes I completely agree about Idiocracy...scary!