…give it to someone else.
Oh, fine. I obviously had some issues with the whole work-for-no-pay-yet-be-taxed-on-it thang. Next!
I’m funny that way. Maybe Guido has at last made a Capitalist of me?
Nah.
Here, listen to some rousing folk rock about the military-industrial complex, creeping fascism, and the IMF. I always find that cures it.
And by the way, there’s already a fat, ripe emergency for the new hiree to deal with and no, I didn’t cause it. So for that reason alone I’m glad I didn’t get the job.
Also, oh god how I love that painting. “Woman Leaving the Psychoanalyst’s Office” by Remedios Varo.
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So what was this furshlugginer job anyway?
Emergency contact for the Co-op. Paid $350 a month, but since I am already doing that anyway, only without keys, power, or the appropriate contact lists, I figured this would make my life simpler at the same time as allowing me to be officially among the employed, even though I’d be paying taxes on income I would never see. At least when the fire alarm went off at 2am because of the leak on the 2nd floor I could shut it off after checking with the firemen. Last time, because we had no emergency contact, it just kept going until the manager arrived at 9. I used every piece of polarfleece I had stuffing it around the damn alarms and still they screamed through it.
Last night the apartment door buzzer was stuck on ON, so there was essentially no security at all, not to mention the racket. Mind you, nothing was done about it either.
Actually, I had a meeting with my instructor at the course I’m taking, and I’ll be doing an introduction to blogging for the class. If that works out, I am going to take that around to the various jobhunting, learning, and social services organizations because I came to an interesting realization, doing the Maslow’s Hierarchy thing: if your basic, low-level needs like food and shelter are insecure, and you’re poor, it’s very difficult to grow as a person, be recognized for your achievements, etc, because you simply can’t afford to participate in the world. I mean, I can’t go to dinners for awards I’ve been nominated for, because I can’t pay for the dinner.
But on the internet none of that matters. You can create, you can connect, you can achieve and be recognized, and you can be judged not on what you’ve got but on who you are and what you’ve done. For those in straitened circumstances, this is an extremely powerful thing, something that will allow them to keep their sanity and their humanity when the situations they have to deal with daily would, seriously, drive anyone insane.
I told my sister I was taking St. John’s Wort to counteract depression, and she laughed and said, “What do YOU have to be depressed about?” Mind you, she doesn’t read the blog, and she hasn’t asked that question in any but a rhetorical way anyway. But I recognize and value the possibilities that the internet has opened up for me as well as how bleak things would be for me if I didn’t have this outlet.
Hell, a bunch of total strangers flew me to New York to meet Viggo Mortensen. They flew me to LA and drove me to Santa Barbara to meet Peter Jackson (also John Cleese). If you want only to go further inside your own head, I suppose you can use it for that, but the tendency is to get you outside yourself and connect you to a larger world. I want to help other people use that to grow.
Cool. What do you have for those of us who just want a better quality of free porn?
You didn’t read my post about Beautiful Agony, or Helen Mirren Topless? Everyone else on the internet has.
We are Metro. We do not understand your statement.
Metro is Beautiful. Metro has always been Topless. Metro will be Everyone else.