Speaking For The Man?

So I posted a op-ed type piece about waitressing tips as a note on Facebook and tagged some people so I could get comments...hmm love those comments. And then I get worried about how I sound when I read it again the next day. Do I sound too angry? Am I licking The Establishment's shoes? Why am I even stressing about this? Grr, I can't stand it when I start doubting myself so soon after I write something SOME friends found entertaining and informative. And TRUE.

Why should certain persons I shall not name on this site make me feel bad about what I believe to be true and sensible? STOP THAT XO

And Certain Persons, stop complaining. You guys have no idea how good you've got it with my mom as your boss. You basically pick your hours, and you can change at the last minute without too much repercussion. She brings you goodies sometimes like CANDY and COOKIES and WHATEVER ELSE when she visits, and people: when she talks to you, she isn't shouting. My mother has a loud voice. You all have never heard her shout before. SO STOP SAYING THAT SHE'S SHOUTED AT YOU ALL LIKE A MILLION TIMES.

God-DAMN, just because I'm defending The Boss doesn't mean I'm speaking for The Man. I'm speaking as an employee who's trying to find some middle ground here.

I'm Home (Again)

I'm in Georgia once more, but instead of a recap post I'll put this up instead:


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I'll Postsecrets MY Way!

18 (sorta)secrets since I'm 18 (durr.)

1. I have $300 library book fines to pay.

2. I have received an "F" grade before, but I won't say at which point in my ongoing academic career.

3. I am mentally/emotionally incapable of being interested in more than 3 people at once.

4. Sometimes I wish I were white.

5. I don't take pictures of my face straight-on because I think I look hideous at that angle.

6. I'm an escapist. In fact, the world's best escapist.

7. I wouldn't mind if we got back together.

8. I wind up going through a juvenile, girly-girl crush period on all of my English teachers. Every. Single. One.

9. I will never meet my own standards (not okay with that.)

10. I will never meet my parents' standards (and yet I'm okay with that.)

11. I'm too selfish to be in a relationship.

12. I don't want to grow up.

13. I leave for home on Saturday, and I still haven't started packing yet.

14. I don't cry over anything unless it has to do with my family.

15. It's been 4 years since then, and I'm still healing from the emotional damage you so kindly dealt me. If we were to meet right now, I'm not sure I could restrain myself from killing you.

16. I am an attention-whore.

17. I'm horrible at taking other people's advice.

18. I don't care if I'm rich or dirt-poor in the future. I don't care if I'm married with fifteen kids or single with five cats. I don't care if I'm living my parents' dream job or my own dream or no one's at all.

I just want to be happy.

*Favorites*

Quotey

"Plain women know men more than beautiful ones do."
~ Katharine Hepburn

A Confession

When I Wasn't Looking

What happened to you since last May? I don't even know you anymore. Or maybe, this is who you've always been, only you had to conceal yourself for all of high school. I'll never know.

I haven't talked to you in weeks. When we met right before I left for Indonesia, the gap between our own discourse(s) couldn't be wider or disconcerting. Were we on the same plane of existence? And then I got it, and as soon as I got it, I became so...sad. My mind's version of you no longer matched what was in front of me, and had I been paying attention more over freshman year, I could have done something about it. Adapted. Accepted. Tolerated? And now it's too late.

I didn't get to say goodbye to the old you because I thought you'd always stick around. I was so stupid to assume that. I want to stay friends with you. I can't lose another close friend from high school. I hope you feel the same way.

But how can I continue to be friends with someone like you? This...asshole you've become.

http://sexytimes.wordpress.com/2009/07/

An excerpt:

"Here’s a tip for anyone who is not used to talking to writers: don’t ask them about their novel/thesis/dissertation/collected works of poetry unless you want to be subjected to three hours of them explaining, with a sufficient amount of self-effacing humour, (which is only really there to cover up the fact that they secretly consider themselves to be undiscovered prodigies), the conception, development, grammatical intricacies, emotional hardships, existential crises, highs, lows, and disturbingly frequent moments of utter insanity brought about by their project."

Read the rest on her blog, people.