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Monday, March 29, 2010

A mini clarification

I was on the phone with my father yesterday for a brief spell: nothing serious, just catching up on life, the universe, and everything in between, including a bizarre intellectualization of Lady Gaga and her capitalizing on the odd and obscure.

The ending note of the conversation: I had been telling my father of certain troubles that have been plaguing us of late.

Dad: "Do you need me to send some money your way, in the interim?

Me: "No thanks, Dad, I think we'll be ok."

Dad: "Oh good. I just bought you that Mini for Christmas!"

*pause to think*

Me: "Dad! That was a keychain!"

Dad: "Semantics, Daughter-Dear."

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Once More, With Feeling

Again and Again I speak about the 'hotel' I work in. It's usually quips of the ridiculous that happen, or a triumphant event that really makes me proud of the job I do. I hope you enjoy that as much as I enjoy writing it, but this time I need to (surprise) rant.

Some of you know the predicament management has created within our small contingent of specialized workers. It's ugly, unfair, and downright immoral. We stood up for ourselves, however, and are fighting every step of the way for our livelihood.

Today, we took a few steps backwards, and we're again embattled in the fight for our basic needs and a fair contract. I can't go into details here (lest I Dooce myself) but I'd appreciate all the kind thoughts and encouragement you can spare - and perhaps if anyone knows a good labor relations attorney, that'd be even better. We are an army of five, so our funding is small.

Enough groveling. Thanks for the ear/shoulder/lap. Hear from you soon.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Suck it HARD

Yep. That's all for today. Your job is to decipher.

Is it:

Advice?
Demand?
Plea?
Statement?
Descriptive?
Wish?
Other: ____________?


Yeah, I'm burnt from this week. I'll be in the city for a show tonight, so photos of the debauchery shall be posted. Have a great night, all.