Heard in the Office:

"No diarrhea allowed today!"

"There are things only a straight man can do..."

"I'm giving you a massage and you want to make small talk?"

Spotted on the Street - Man with Claw Arm

Fun Fact: It stayed on with straps going over his other shoulder. In the movies the wooden forearm just attaches. Learn something new everyday.

Another fun fact: He was wearing a rainbow sock on his arm to avoid chafing.


First movie reference that popped into my head: The Fugitive. Most people at this time would say 127 Hours, but I actually never got to see that movie and The Fugitive's villain was actually referred to as "The One Armed Man". 

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Motha Wha?!

I was on the 6 train commuting to wherever I was going (I was doing the pseudo sleep-sit at the time which meant I must have been on my way downtown)and the train was crowded enough where all the seats were full and a couple were standing in front of me. On the other side of the couple, sitting across from me, was a mother and her young child in a stroller. Anyone living in the city knows what a pain a stroller is for the mother and other train commuters, but physical mass wasn't the issue in this particular case. The child started to cry, he wanted to get out, but the train was in motion and crowded so the mother kept him in. He started to buck up and down back and forth. Soon the sporadic cries turned to consistent wailing. 

Crying children do not bother me. Having raised my brother for the first eleven years of his life, I can take it. At this point, crying children actually make me laugh. Not in a cynical way but that's another story - I digress. Anyways, there is nothing to make the kid stop. He just wants to get out but he can't. The mother is not going to let him out which is right, so he goes on wailing. I see this through the slit of my mostly closed eye (I say "eye" because for some reason my right eye opens easier than my left...)and in my pseudo sleep state a very clear wantonly authoritarian voice breaks through and a woman starts to criticize the mother. "If that were my child, it would know who's boss.... You have to train them like dogs." The guy she was with laughingly agreed with her in the way you do when you don't want to garner your companion's wrath. 

That obnoxious comment was coming from the woman standing directly in front of me. I made no motion to show I had heard her opinion nor made any comment to show my disdain. You have to pick your battles and her ignorance about child rearing was just not worth it. Plus, I know she'll be eating her words once she has a child of her own. Even though I will not be there to witness it, the prospect is enough for me to deem justice served.

What did surprise me was after the next stop, the couple took over the emptied seats next to the mother and I saw that the woman was Asian. For some reason, I am assuming other Asian women to have the same knowledge about the frustrations and complications of raising a child that I have, but that is ignorant of me to assume other Asians within my generation were tasked with role of being an associate parent to your younger siblings. Perhaps she was the youngest, or the only child. Who knows, but I felt bad for her. Poor girl has no idea and clearly no one to tell her. 

dog eat ... anything

What makes a good assistant?

Loyalty? Cleverness? Hard working ethics? Fear? Does the job description change depending on the industry/company?

I have had a revolving door of assistants. That makes it sound like I am a super lite version of an Anna Wintour parody but such is not the case. There are many factors that had a hand in spinning that door and I have to watch it turn.

The ultimate ladies man and most self destructive downward spiraling character on TV, Don Draper has a line to Joan when she has to hire Peggy's replacement that he wanted "someone who wants the job". Despite the misogyny of that office environment, the truth rings in that line. Even in a position that is substandard in power or pay grade, you want someone who wants to be there.

The job climate now is desperate, which makes for more competitive aggression so you'll have candidates left and right vying for your open spot, just to have a spot. Keeping them however, is the real job.

Prince and His Purple Guitar

I can't decide if i want to marry him or be him.


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I have never been a confrontational person.... I sometimes fancy myself as tough, no nonsense, and strong willed. But most often I'm sarcastic, wisecracking, and spastic in my thoughts.  My thoughts are mirrored by how I talk at a speed that takes getting used to in order to understand. Like a weird smell that you slowly get used to but it eventually dissipates. I remember friends used to relay how others would ask "She talks so fast, how do you understand her?", to which my friends would just shrug, "...you just get used to it." This aspect of my personality is at once both quirky and disenchanting.
I've worked on that part. The coherence. Being understood when you speak is an obvious positive quality, but oddly not emphasized enough to many. In my third year of college, I had to do a presentation on... what was it exactly... it was about how body language and physicality can affect a group work environment. I did great amounts of research, created a detailed outline of my entire presentation, drew up fun vector visuals, and practiced over and over in front of the mirror in my South Campus studio room. The practice helped me memorize all the points I wanted to hit but it more importantly practiced my new slower pace in talking. I annunciated, I opened my mouth more, and I left pauses after each statement. After I gave my presentation, I was received with very complimentary reviews. The one major comment was how well I paced my speech, which meant they were all worried I was going to reel off a tumble of words.
I'm also a rambler...a sober rambler...just imagine me after several cocktails...and if reading up until now, I am a typing rambler too. blah blablah blah blah....