europe is still the old world. and they don't like "loud-mouthed americans" especially when they're women. women should be seen and not heard, leave the braun and the decision-making to the professionals. smile serenely and manipulate from behind the scenes...so much more lady like (possibly, the only effective way of getting what you need in this life if you don't want to be publicly stoned, however)
i've always had my challenges where nasty old-world men and their fear of castration is concerned. you don't even need to say anything....they sense it. red alert, the female is having resistant thoughts, red alert. thwart her! thwart her immediately!
it's hard to have been brought up a "free thinker" and not have amazing credetials or the appropriate pedigree (because, sorry folks, it's all about who you know and who's your daddy) to flash at all those who would prefer you pipe down and serve the proverbial coffee.
funny thing is, i have WAY more experience than anyone else in my office, besides the nasty little man who is supposed to be managing it, and yet, he refuses to address me. he talks to my colleague who he hired directly and the rediculousness of it is that he talks to the guy in french and i have to translate, sort of like this..."he said to make sure we do this"...and since that guy doesn't actually do the work or understand french, it basically means i'm translating this..."tell her (me) to do this"...AHHHH crazy!
am i going to walk out on what could be a full-of-potential job (that i actually enjoy doing) just because it's monopolozed by nasty little men who suck at what they do? tune in next week to see if luxury jargon girl has fucked off.
(don't think i'm talking about all men. just the nasty little schemers who think a woman should be all sugar and spice. i'm going to put fire ants on his chair.)
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
that was one corny poem you wrote there, m'am.
as for the present and the herenowww, still nothing interesting to say. lots happening. too lazy to write about it.
sprinng is sprung.
i have beautiful flowers in my garden and new stone on the drive. semi-precious stone at the price i paid for all 7 tonnes of it. worth it's weight in gold. but emphasis on the worth. makes it look sooooo nice. (well, nicer)
work is work and i am underpaid and blahdiblah. but the fun factor is there at times and the kids are realising that 40 can still be cool (and hot) so i feel like less of an attractive aging alien. it's also nice that i'm no longer the only overworkedunderpaid one. and no longer the only so-called grown up. (i'm sooo not) (but can i ever pretend)
time to go drink some of my favorite cheap chilean wine and melt into the couch for the night.
cin cin
as for the present and the herenowww, still nothing interesting to say. lots happening. too lazy to write about it.
sprinng is sprung.
i have beautiful flowers in my garden and new stone on the drive. semi-precious stone at the price i paid for all 7 tonnes of it. worth it's weight in gold. but emphasis on the worth. makes it look sooooo nice. (well, nicer)
work is work and i am underpaid and blahdiblah. but the fun factor is there at times and the kids are realising that 40 can still be cool (and hot) so i feel like less of an attractive aging alien. it's also nice that i'm no longer the only overworkedunderpaid one. and no longer the only so-called grown up. (i'm sooo not) (but can i ever pretend)
time to go drink some of my favorite cheap chilean wine and melt into the couch for the night.
cin cin
Friday, March 23, 2007
Just One More Petal
"Daisy,
I love you."
Pose a problem (a pocket full):
how could i return this love?
he has not my affection (earned)
Besides,
to be suddenly plucked form one's accustomed bed and delivered directly to another is an undesirable event (in one's prime)
Consider the disturbance among the "social butterflies"
I'm no wallflower
Anyways pick me?! Notwithstanding numerous others?
Lying at the foot of this bed where i always lie
(sun shines brightest here and i can see the entire garden)
his words
whispered in my sleep
"Daisy", said he
"Yes" said she (never having heard her own voice she imagines it was hers)
"I love you for you are more beautiful than any other in this garden."
( Running fingers
along stem
plant kiss on her
petal
soft
lips...)
Plucked
Transplanted (on the highest pedestal)
i shall float above others in glorious (illustrious?) light
soon after
THE REALIZATION: vast emptiness created by sudden disappearance of familiars
The sun does not shine bright enough to strike my darkening days (daze)
No measure of moisture will satisfy such thirst (tears won't do)
Nature says his doting presence can not restore my essence
Beauty fades
In solemn isolation i would wither
It would not do to suffer so for such a brief cause
Life would longer be sustained, would the seed remain
Where such seeds are sown
He loves the roses with their sweet perfume (Love me, Love me not)
And prickly thorns
They will draw his blood indeed
In glory of attempts to possess
I wish i were a rose (it would be worth while)
I say I love him (he believes me a sweet daisy, love me , love me not)
He shall soon be pricked by thorns.
I love you."
Pose a problem (a pocket full):
how could i return this love?
he has not my affection (earned)
Besides,
to be suddenly plucked form one's accustomed bed and delivered directly to another is an undesirable event (in one's prime)
Consider the disturbance among the "social butterflies"
I'm no wallflower
Anyways pick me?! Notwithstanding numerous others?
Lying at the foot of this bed where i always lie
(sun shines brightest here and i can see the entire garden)
his words
whispered in my sleep
"Daisy", said he
"Yes" said she (never having heard her own voice she imagines it was hers)
"I love you for you are more beautiful than any other in this garden."
( Running fingers
along stem
plant kiss on her
petal
soft
lips...)
Plucked
Transplanted (on the highest pedestal)
i shall float above others in glorious (illustrious?) light
soon after
THE REALIZATION: vast emptiness created by sudden disappearance of familiars
The sun does not shine bright enough to strike my darkening days (daze)
No measure of moisture will satisfy such thirst (tears won't do)
Nature says his doting presence can not restore my essence
Beauty fades
In solemn isolation i would wither
It would not do to suffer so for such a brief cause
Life would longer be sustained, would the seed remain
Where such seeds are sown
He loves the roses with their sweet perfume (Love me, Love me not)
And prickly thorns
They will draw his blood indeed
In glory of attempts to possess
I wish i were a rose (it would be worth while)
I say I love him (he believes me a sweet daisy, love me , love me not)
He shall soon be pricked by thorns.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
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