I realize that I have been talking about my friends a lot lately. This is because a.) I can't talk about work too much in this space* and nothing else happens to me, and b.) one of the new initiatives being undertaken by the new, improved, beta version of Me 2006 is "Operation Buck Up, Camper!" wherein I strip myself of all wallowing privileges.
And indeed I have marvelous friends to write about. Some of them are facing enormous obstacles right now, but collectively they manage to be there for me in a big way too.
One dear friend of mine, both wise and experienced in the ways of the world, had this to share today (which relates obliquely to certain professional frustrations we currently share but also really just oozes insight into the human condition):
she: [my boss] is a good model for me of rebelling against power structures
she: he just doesn't give a sh*t about people like [X]
she: and he says so (although not in their presence)
me: yay! I could maybe use a dash of that with [Y]. I feel bowed down to their superior haughtiness. or whatever.
me: I need to go to Attitude School.
she: Yeah, I'll be your attitude teacher
she: lesson number one:
she: the pupil is allowed to give exactly 1/1000 of a sh*t about his or her superiors
she: That 1/10 of a percent is to be reserved for the situations that really matter
me: 1/1000th of a sh*t. Excellent. *takes notes*
she: the other 99.9% is to be faked in the superior's presence
she: but when the pupil gets home, he or she is to insert pins into the "superior voodoo doll"
me: Excellent.
she: The number of pins is to be directly proportional to the amount of hurt, annoyance, or angst caused by the person represented in the doll
she: I should write these down for myself
me: *makes note to self: 'buy more pins'*
So. Indeed, I have been blessed with friends of ubiquitous and unfathomable talent and grace.
*Although really, what are they going to do, fire me?
Friday, January 20, 2006
Pin-up girl
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Barbies make good voodoo dolls...I mean, so I've heard.
Went to New Orleans last March on my honeymoon. Lot's of Voodoo there! We found a homemade doll discarded on the street and took a pic of it. Creepy!
Z
Hello, Jess and all your blog friends! It is I, the aforementioned "she," trying to remain appropriately anonymous and yet itching to tell you a funny story. (The "you" refers just to you Jess, since your readers won't know who we're talking about. Sorry, readers, for the private code language here.)
So, [X] and my boss and I have our big conversation, and then [X] meets with me and committee [C]. During both meetings, [X] is on his/her best behavior, and acts stunningly pleasant. However, a few days later, a member of committee [C], a friend of mine who we'll call [CH], says to me in complete seriousness "I hope you don't think it's inappropriate for me to say this to you, but I got the impression from our meeting that [X] is really . . . *long pause* . . . wicked-witchy."
Hah! Jess, you are probably now laughing. Readers, you are probably not since you don't know the aforementioned parties. But trust me. It's funny.
-She
I should like it to be known for the record that I have never owned a barbie. (But my sister did.. and I gave her a haircut that Sis did not like so much.)
Zen.. that's really cool. Was it a barbie?
She! wicked-witchy... this is a beautiful and apt characterization!!!! even when s/he was on his/her best behavior!!! Isn't life crazy, when so much power is in the hands of the wicked-witchy???
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