December 4th, 2007

gramma

Note from my dad

"I put a box in the mail for you this very day...I was the one photographed weeping as I left the post office. No, I was not weeping because my little, bitty, girl grew up to be an intelligent beautiful woman (hell, why whould I weep about that??!!) I was weeping at the cost of Pirority Overseas mail for 7' 14". I put a value of $45.87 on the customs' declaration. If you have to pay import duties on THAT too, lemme know. Poppa

"P. S. You and shadowdaddy are equally as smart as anyone else I can think of; What are good songs about fathers? There are scores of songs about mothers, mom, momma, grandmom, ma, etc. But short of Holly Dunn's "Daddy's Hands", Skip Ewing's incredible "Dad", Eddie Fishers ancient, but venerable, "Oh My Papa", Gene Autry's "That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine", and Judy Collins' "Song of My Father", the only other ones I could think of was "Hot Rod Lincoln", and the Kingston Trio's "Reverend Mr. Black" only because they mention Dad in both of them. ANy suggestions would be welcome. I am to pooped to think right."

My response: "Cats in the Cradle."
Kitty Cards Snow

Some day the taste of bitterness will be gone forever

So my new employers have just sent out a "company of the year" survey. Reading the question is making me think back to my corporate masters of old and LAUGH LAUGH LAUGH.

I am offered training or development to further myself professionally.
Management recognises honest mistakes as part of doing business.
Management genuinely seeks and responds to suggestions and ideas.
I feel I receive a fair share of the profits made by this organisation.
Management involves people in decisions that affect their jobs or work environment.
This is a psychologically and emotionally healthy place to work.
People look forward to coming to work here.
People here are treated fairly regardless of their sex.
I believe management would lay people off only as a last resort.
People avoid politics and backstabbing as ways to get things done.
People are encouraged to balance their work life and their personal life.
Management is competent at running the business.

This one at least rang true for $howboat: "We're all in this together," but it was more in a Donner Party kind of way.

Sure, we don't have profit sharing or private insurance at my new place, but at least I don't haev panic attacks in the morning and no one has threatened me with firing me in the last three months and I have hope that they're going to move me up and let me grow. It's a huge improvement!
Sea dragon

Absurd Person Singular and Cyberstalking

Had a great time tonight at Absurd Person Singular at the Garrick. Okay, well, let's be clear, it's a wee bit difficult to have a good time at a show so profoundly misogynistic. Is your wife shy? Berate her! Depressed? Tell her to shut up! Suicidal? Ignore her in favor of more "fun" people. I found the whole concept of this show being a comedy a little difficult to swallow. The audience was laughing enough, but part of me wondered if they were mostly so old that a seventies chestnut was comical. I found the whole air of foreboding rather Pinteresque; I presume the rest of the audience was just in a Christmas panto/comedy mood and wanted to laugh.
Me, well, let's be clear, it was the presence of the lovely West End Whingers that made my night. Bitter, jaded burnouts who are willing to cut their losses at intermission: that's what I'm talking about! And there was piles of wine and I got to meet Liz who is clearly a genius because she thought _Venus as a Boy_ was a work of brilliance only surpassed in its excellence this year by RNB's "Chroma" and since she shares my opinions, I, of course, think she is great and remarkably perceptive. So we're supposed to go out Saturday and see the latest at the Soho Theatre, and I'm convinced that, whatever the quality of the show, this was a Good Night Out.