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I am NOT (not not not not!) pregnant!
Woohoo! :-D
(Stay tuned for a further post -- in, say, a year and a half -- wherein I am announcing, with equal joy, that I *am*. But not right now! :-)
In other news: We watched 'Flash Gordon' last night.
Gods, what a wierd movie.
I spent the whole thing trying to work out how sex works (socially) in that particular collection of planets. It was as if... If I could figure out how the power structure worked (which, given Aura's perfectly acceptable promiscuity vs the indication that slaves aren't allowed to experience sexual pleasure, seems to have something to do with sex -- or, rather, sex has something to do with how the power-structure is implimented/enforced) I'd be able to understand the society a little more.
And I totally couldn't figure it out.
Dammit!
<*frustrated anthropology geek*>
Also: Holy fucking condescending to women, and what was with all the stupid-assed machismo??? Like, Maw-cheeeeeeeeeeeese-mo! Guh! Stupid 1981... what were they thinking?
In other news: I'm feeling a bit screwed due to work stupidity.
It breaks down a little something like this:
Lend me your ears while I relate
A story of woe and financial straights,
Got hitched last summer, Married Life is great,
Except for the debt and the bills running late.
Dropped out of class to improve our cash-flow,
Walking on a high-wire, not knowing what’s below,
Vastly underpaid, given all the stuff that I know:
Working as a shop-girl, not making enough dough.
‘Round about New Year, what have we got here?
A new gal at work who might just set me free:
I talked to the boss, got some time off for me,
New availability, I called up my agency,
For a day of work or three, it’s all going swimmingly—
But wait, wait—
Can you anticipate the sorry state
About to befall me?
Without warning, Yesterday morning,
New gal quit and the boss had a fit.
To wit: That’s it,
By the phone I sit.
We’re up against the wall and
I’m scared to fall,
But I call Paul and relate it all:
A choice before me:
Agencies ignore me,
But Cleo can’t score me
The income we need
For food and heat,
To make ends meet.
We’re stretched like an elastic,
Feeling kinda spastic.
Time for something drastic?
This is the question: Go or stay?
Hand in my notice and walk away:
Risk destitution to gain higher pay?
Or stick with my low income, our costs to defray?
So, now, as it stands, my hands
Are tied.
Got a list of ills that’s a half-mile wide.
Still searching for work, tryin’a bolster my pride.
But I feel like a part of me is dying inside.
I want well-paying work that’ll keep me dignified.
And that is the story of this underpaid bride.
Too much time on my hands? Never...
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
Woohoo! :-D
(Stay tuned for a further post -- in, say, a year and a half -- wherein I am announcing, with equal joy, that I *am*. But not right now! :-)
In other news: We watched 'Flash Gordon' last night.
Gods, what a wierd movie.
I spent the whole thing trying to work out how sex works (socially) in that particular collection of planets. It was as if... If I could figure out how the power structure worked (which, given Aura's perfectly acceptable promiscuity vs the indication that slaves aren't allowed to experience sexual pleasure, seems to have something to do with sex -- or, rather, sex has something to do with how the power-structure is implimented/enforced) I'd be able to understand the society a little more.
And I totally couldn't figure it out.
Dammit!
<*frustrated anthropology geek*>
Also: Holy fucking condescending to women, and what was with all the stupid-assed machismo??? Like, Maw-cheeeeeeeeeeeese-mo! Guh! Stupid 1981... what were they thinking?
In other news: I'm feeling a bit screwed due to work stupidity.
It breaks down a little something like this:
Lend me your ears while I relate
A story of woe and financial straights,
Got hitched last summer, Married Life is great,
Except for the debt and the bills running late.
Dropped out of class to improve our cash-flow,
Walking on a high-wire, not knowing what’s below,
Vastly underpaid, given all the stuff that I know:
Working as a shop-girl, not making enough dough.
‘Round about New Year, what have we got here?
A new gal at work who might just set me free:
I talked to the boss, got some time off for me,
New availability, I called up my agency,
For a day of work or three, it’s all going swimmingly—
But wait, wait—
Can you anticipate the sorry state
About to befall me?
Without warning, Yesterday morning,
New gal quit and the boss had a fit.
To wit: That’s it,
By the phone I sit.
We’re up against the wall and
I’m scared to fall,
But I call Paul and relate it all:
A choice before me:
Agencies ignore me,
But Cleo can’t score me
The income we need
For food and heat,
To make ends meet.
We’re stretched like an elastic,
Feeling kinda spastic.
Time for something drastic?
This is the question: Go or stay?
Hand in my notice and walk away:
Risk destitution to gain higher pay?
Or stick with my low income, our costs to defray?
So, now, as it stands, my hands
Are tied.
Got a list of ills that’s a half-mile wide.
Still searching for work, tryin’a bolster my pride.
But I feel like a part of me is dying inside.
I want well-paying work that’ll keep me dignified.
And that is the story of this underpaid bride.
Too much time on my hands? Never...
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
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