Shot Horses, or ‘They Shoot Horses.” Sunday, Mar 25 2012 

“It’s a shame for that girl to have a baby,” Gloria said. “What’s the sense of having a baby unless you got dough enough to take care of it?”

“How do you know they haven’t?” I asked.

“If they have what’re they doing here? …That’s the trouble now,” she said. “Everybody is having babies – “

“Oh, not everybody,” I said.

“A hell of a lot you know about it. You’d been better off if you’d never been born – “

 

(Mc Coy, p. 119.)

 

Life is much easier when you have money. When you hit it big as a performer, the little economies that little people practice are forgotten…especially inHollywood. There are no leftovers to eat, no sweaters to mend, no real work – the only job you have is to dance the days and nights away for the personal amusement of others. Eating restaurant quality meals and wearing new store-bought clothes are an achievement and then default into a regular, passive act. Yet, what the hopeful performer Gloria and hopeful director Robert fail to realize prior to entering the dance contest, working long days and nights indenture the performer to the stage or screen, obliterates the comforts of home, relaxation and privacy.

Describing Gloria as hopeful is wrong. There is nothing hopeful about this doomed, viperous mess of a young lady. Gloria has nary a kind word for anyone or anything. She drags Robert into a dance contest where he does all the work, especially during theDerbysessions. Gloria complains constantly. She calls James a son of a bitch after telling his heavily pregnant, betrothed Ruby to get an abortion. Gloria’s feet hurt and she does not have a sponsor to buy her new shoes. Gloria is unable to put a positive spin on the dance marathon when asking Robert about his health. Gloria cannot function in this world and expects everyone else to pave her way. When misanthropic Gloria does not get her way, she would rather be dead. Gloria, darling, be careful what you wish.

Gloria’s misery spills upon Robert when she tells him it would be better if he had never been born. Gloria’s miserable nature seems to be pre-ordained and she reveals the intent to drag everyone down with her. Unfortunately, the result of playing with the mind of a young film maker can result in death. Gloria crows on about her devaluation of human life…her own. Robert is the man keeping her alive on the dance floor. Gloria tells Robert that he would be better off dead following the discussion of Ruby’s pregnancy. Yet, Robert appears happy and healthy enough, sporting future hopes and goals, scanning the dance hall stands for potential sponsors to win the contest and quell Gloria’s hopelessness.

The potential of Ruby’s unborn child symbolizes new hope, something Robert defends and Gloria derides. Robert is accommodating, dances himself to what he expects to be success and is an alive person. The indolent, morbid Gloria takes advantage of Robert’s ‘can-do’ personality, goading him to murder her.

Labor Day Monday, Sep 6 2010 

Spent the day laboring.  Vaccumming, dishes and finally cleaned the old gravel, water and fish slime out of the bowl.  Probably not the healthiest thing to have had hanging about for over a month.  Ah, well.  I had taken pictures of Calliou in his expired state but uploading pictures is such a pain. 

I do not like the super high tech, fancy dancy camera The Man bought me.  It functions as a camera and video recorder. Too bulky to pop in my purse or slip into my camo shorts pockets, so rarely use the bloody thing.  But The Man is such a sweetheart with good intentions so it is easier to let it slide.  Why did he pay so much for it, though?

Bloody Aztecs (pun intended).  Spent the day with those bastards – new class, as suggested by my advisor.  Also, have math on Wednesday nights (yuck).  This will be a long term.  I am scared that I will not be able to find a better job once I graduate.  Nerve wracking.  *Really* need a new job.  Being around one of my colleagues is so damn depressing, and the new ‘Town Hall Meetings’ are so manipulative (Dr Bird:  I am going to piss on you leg and tell you it’s raining.).  Done doing penance.

Tired.  Back to the salt mines tomorrow!

Dog Days Thursday, Aug 26 2010 

The last few days of comparative cold (60 degrees or so) and rain have been hard on the arthritis.  My physical therapy is really paying off; I need to remember to keep up with the exercises while Melanie is on vacation.  School starts next week and I actually have to go on campus!

Sadly, school does not start next week for The Beezer!  Like an ass, I sent the paperwork and check too late.  Apparently, the school left a voicemail, which I missed due to my hatred of using the telephone and checking for missed calls.  They may have an opening in October but she is number four on the waitlist.

So, back to Lucile’s art studio.  Will need to find other activities to fill in on the lack of school.  There is always toddler drum class down at Vuk’s House of Grove.  If we had a garage, I wouldn’t half mind.  You can bloody well bet I am getting her kindergarten paperwork in ASAP.

So, The Man and I have been on our own the past few days while The Beezer rocks the Cape.  Unfortunately, I’ve had to work so no real time together.  Hopefully, if the Selfish Co-Worker doesn’t claim the month of October (the beauty of working for a crappy non-profit is vacation time accural), I may drag the family to NC to visit one of my favorite people.  We shall see how I am doing in school (god willing).

Plus side:  over one month of vacation time.

Minus side:  I’d probably make more money not working ;-P

The Incredible Inedible Egg, or Foolish People at Work Wednesday, Aug 25 2010 

Because we employees are idiots and have no idea what is going on in the world or what an egg is:

From: N, E On Behalf Of D, K
Sent: Wednesday, August 25, 2010 4:24 PM
To: Staff
Subject: Advisory on Cooking of Shell Eggs

To:             All Staff

 

From:         KD, MM

 

Date:          August 25, 2010

 

Re:             Advisory on Cooking of Shell Eggs

 

Boston, MA - The Massachusetts Department of Public Health (MDPH) is reminding the public of the importance of thoroughly cooking eggs and egg products to prevent food borne illness.  This reminder is particularly important in light of the FDA recall on shell eggs involving a number of states. Federal and state officials are investigating a nationwide increase of Salmonella Enteritidis infections associated with shell eggs.

  • Outbreak: Since May 2010, there has been a four-fold increase in the number of cases of Salmonella Enteritidis infections nationwide.
  • Source: Preliminary investigations by federal and state officials suggest that shell eggs are the likely source of many of these infections. Two egg producers in Iowa have been identified as potential sources of contaminated eggs.
  • Recall: FDA used the findings from its preliminary investigation to issue a nationwide egg recall associated with eggs produced at the facilities in Iowa.  For up-to-date information about the recall, go to:  http://www.fda.gov/Safety/Recalls/MajorProductRecalls/ucm223522.htm
  • Distribution:  MDPH has monitored the situation daily for new information that might affect Massachusetts consumers. As of August 24, no eggs being distributed in Massachusetts have been impacted by the recall. 

DPH offers the Following Advice to Consumers on egg safety:

  • Eggs should be cooked until both the white and the yolk are firm.  Eggs should be eaten promptly after cooking.
  • Eggs should be kept refrigerated at ≤ 45° F (≤7° C) at all times.
  • Discard cracked or dirty eggs.
  • Wash hands, cooking utensils, and food preparation surfaces with soap and water after contact with raw eggs.
  • While in use, do not keep eggs warm or at room temperature for more than 2 hours.
  • Refrigerate unused eggs and/or egg-containing foods promptly.
  • Do not eat raw eggs.
  • Avoid restaurant dishes made with raw or undercooked, unpasteurized eggs. Restaurants should use pasteurized eggs in any recipe (such as Hollandaise sauce or Caesar salad dressing) that include raw eggs.

 

E- N-

Executive Assistant to the President/CEO

Executive Assistant to the COO

V—- Corporation

617-XXX-XXXX

The Visitor! Monday, Jul 19 2010 

R— D—– visited us today!  That kid rocks!  If I had half his confidence, I would be a millionaire by now.  Mary, my co-worker,  bought two pizzas at lunch time, one to share with me at lunch with a few slices left over, and one to bring home for dinner (herself, Jack and Nana).  She placed them on the candy jar file cabinet as a reminder to bring them home. 
 
We hear the footfalls of a portly gentleman who is surprisingly light on his feet approach the candy jar.  The spark, sizzle, snap in his eyes upon the sight of the pizza boxes was amazing to behold.  With his Oakley sunglasses glinting in the July sun, he made the shooters sign at the food. 
 
“That’s Mary’s dinner,” Marion warned.
 
“What are you doing to my pizza?” Mary asked.
 
I concealed my laughter by staring vacantly at the computer.
 
“Oh, I’ll just grab a few pieces of candy.”
 
Amazing.  I would totally love to be that kid for a few days.  He does whatever he wants!

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