Happiness is coming home to two sparkling new netflix envelopes
Unhappiness is discovering that one is a movie you rented with your parents last week and HATED but forgot to remove it from your queue and the other is Disc Three in a series and you haven’t seen Disc Two yet.
Can some emotionally unstable and/or sexually inappropriate person PLEASE get some good dramz started? I mean why else are we here if not for trainwrecks? Oh, you though I was here to blog? To express my “feelings”? Pffft. I’m here to witness the very public emotional turmoil wrought by poor choices and vindictiveness.
Ladies - An AA battery recharger. It’s the gift that keeps on giving.
AA? Really? For a teeny neck massager maybe. Don’t the big guns use C’s and D’s?
I don’t know what you’re talking about. And even if I did, ladies don’t need big guns. Or perhaps, I should say, they should maybe steer clear of them or else they’re in for a severe letdown when confronted with the real thing. Severe.
There is a scent that I smelled all over India and had no idea what it was. I’d almost forgotten about it until I was wandering through the crowds at the India Day parade back in August and it wafted over me. Very pungent but I liked it - although I had no idea if it was a type of scent used in perfume or incense or some kind of food or where it came from. It was so strong it was the sort of scent I could conjure up in my mind’s nose, if that makes sense, long after smelling it. I kept telling my brother, who was with me at the time, that I could smell it the rest of the day but could not describe to him what it smelled like. Fennel? Lemon? (Obviously, I’m never going to be a sommelier.)
A month later, we were on a bus and I suddenly smelled it. Passengers were getting on and I asked my brother, without looking, if a person of South Asian-descent was sitting behind me. David confirmed that there was. Still, I had no idea.
Yesterday, on the train to Philadelphia, I was watching “Billu Barber" when the scent drifted over me again. I thought I was clearly losing my mind if I was watching a Bollywood movie and now I was smelling India. I looked up and saw the back of a man who had just passed me. He turned around, having decided to take the seat across from me, and sat down. His phone rang and he answered it, definitely Indian. His teeth were red. A few minutes later, he emptied a small packet into his mouth and the smell intensified.
We arrived in Philadelphia and I couldn’t help myself so I followed him off the train and asked him what he was eating. “You know paan?” he said. Ahhhh! Yes, I’d definitely heard of paan but had no idea that was what I’d been smelling all these times. Anyway, he was very nice and said he’d noticed I was watching “Billu Barber” and that he’d just watched it on a friend’s 72” TV recently. Not sure what that had to do with anything, but there you have it.
Hi guys. I’m looking for set photography work. Mostly to expand portfolio and experience, not necessarily for pay at the moment. Email me if you know anyone I can speak to about this. Film, television, student or pro. Thanks!
When I got this temp assignment, I was told it was through early January. Now they’re saying Friday. Thanks guys, I’d love to be jobless coming up on Christmas. That’s fantastic. Thanks.
So sorry to hear that, Mo.
This is why I avoid temp work unless I have absolutely nothing better going on. There is zero integrity in the relationship from the contractor to the staffer; they’ll make you work OT and then cancel your assignment early as you’re walking out the door. And while permanent headhunters are often, but not always, truthful about their offers, temp agencies are dishonest as a matter of routine. Most people think this process is much more noble and professional than it is actually carried out. But one thing is for sure: In these times, it is no way to make a living.
I don’t avoid temp work because I like to pay my rent and unemployment certainly isn’t going to do that for me. Most of my jobs are at least 20+ an hour. But this bites. But I imagine your temp work is different than mine. I’m just a stupid cubicle monkey.