I am going to tell the “try not to be so Jewish” story to my friend the film-maker at our Seder tomorrow. Also the only thing better than volunteer cuddled is professional cuddled. Hmm that sounds sketchy.
I think the best part about being GenX is that we were born with a limited amount of f**ks to give (not a super limited supply; we also grew up with Woodsy the Owl and Iron Eye Cody -- even if that turned out to be problematic -- we certainly had many sh!ts to give, and still do ethically/environmentally/politically...just not so many personally), and by the time we cross 50, we are at a negative integer of f**ks to give. Yes, I still get the jitters before an interview, but then I realize, "Who cares?!" If it's mine, it's mine; meant to be is meant to be." And you were meant to cuddles those babies. Congrats, Carissa! Give them an extra squeeze for me. xo (PS: Hollywood is full of sick you-know-what's, and the lower down the food chain they go, the more twisted they are.)
"Every year is the height of female exploitation" that came naturally enough. Will only be worried here when Molly Bloom's interior monologue written by a man comes under fire. Believe we are safe there tho.....
Love how you finessed the flashback in context and congrats on the new gig. No doubt it will spawn another reach of imaginative exposition and immune from "rejection" of any kind if you don't count getting spit up on.
I remember watching "Point of No Return" over and over when I was a kid. I think we had it on tape. As soon as you mentioned it, I had a mental image of Bridget Fonda looking back over her shoulder, holding that huge gun. I remember thinking it was a cinematic masterpiece, probably because I was way too young to be watching it and easily impressed by the adult content.
Yay! Congrats on getting through the interview and becoming a baby cuddler, our world needs more of those!
Here's my interview story:
I moved from a small city to a larger city to go to college when I was 18. Walking across the parking lot of a grocery store I was stopped by a man who asked me if I wanted a job in a new bar that was opening. I did want that job!
The interview was in a hotel room (not kidding).
Given that this was the 80's and I was 18 years old, I thought nothing of this strange location...off I went a couple days later to the interview. I told no one and I didn't question it. Yep, I'm pretty smart but I've had my moments!
Here's the thing...it was actually a real interview in a hotel room. They had tables set up and I sat behind one and he was behind the other and I got the job.
Moving on to the exploitation of women...same job...a few months later and it's Halloween. All the serving staff had been hand picked based on (a teensy bit of) experience but mostly how they looked. We were required to wear...wait for it...Playboy Bunny Suits to serve at Halloween. WTH?!
I was very uncomfortable.
At that time, cute young girl in big city, I did not get it.
I knew I did not want to wear that thing, but I also loved the job.
So, after a couple of shots and glasses (or likely a bottle) of cheap, sparkly Spumante I made it through the night with nary a nasty incident and carried on. It wasn't until much later that realized how very, very wrong the WHOLE thing was!
I am fortunate that the owners (even with their unconventional hiring style of being spotted in the parking lot) and staff were amazing and it all worked out to be a fantastic experience with some good learning thrown in! Note to self...do not go to a job interview in a hotel room. Ever.
Great stuff. Didn't know you were Swedish Hospital’s star baby cuddler!
First off congrats, and second kudos! That Wayne's World tho... such nervous dizziness.
I am going to tell the “try not to be so Jewish” story to my friend the film-maker at our Seder tomorrow. Also the only thing better than volunteer cuddled is professional cuddled. Hmm that sounds sketchy.
I think the best part about being GenX is that we were born with a limited amount of f**ks to give (not a super limited supply; we also grew up with Woodsy the Owl and Iron Eye Cody -- even if that turned out to be problematic -- we certainly had many sh!ts to give, and still do ethically/environmentally/politically...just not so many personally), and by the time we cross 50, we are at a negative integer of f**ks to give. Yes, I still get the jitters before an interview, but then I realize, "Who cares?!" If it's mine, it's mine; meant to be is meant to be." And you were meant to cuddles those babies. Congrats, Carissa! Give them an extra squeeze for me. xo (PS: Hollywood is full of sick you-know-what's, and the lower down the food chain they go, the more twisted they are.)
"Every year is the height of female exploitation" that came naturally enough. Will only be worried here when Molly Bloom's interior monologue written by a man comes under fire. Believe we are safe there tho.....
Love how you finessed the flashback in context and congrats on the new gig. No doubt it will spawn another reach of imaginative exposition and immune from "rejection" of any kind if you don't count getting spit up on.
It was a small, independent bar in Alberta in the 80's. It lasted quite a long time but isn't in business any more.
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Beautiful picture! What an apt job for a warm, loving person.
Awe! I want to be a baby cuddler.
I remember watching "Point of No Return" over and over when I was a kid. I think we had it on tape. As soon as you mentioned it, I had a mental image of Bridget Fonda looking back over her shoulder, holding that huge gun. I remember thinking it was a cinematic masterpiece, probably because I was way too young to be watching it and easily impressed by the adult content.
Great story! Takes me right back to all those college music auditions.
Yay! Congrats on getting through the interview and becoming a baby cuddler, our world needs more of those!
Here's my interview story:
I moved from a small city to a larger city to go to college when I was 18. Walking across the parking lot of a grocery store I was stopped by a man who asked me if I wanted a job in a new bar that was opening. I did want that job!
The interview was in a hotel room (not kidding).
Given that this was the 80's and I was 18 years old, I thought nothing of this strange location...off I went a couple days later to the interview. I told no one and I didn't question it. Yep, I'm pretty smart but I've had my moments!
Here's the thing...it was actually a real interview in a hotel room. They had tables set up and I sat behind one and he was behind the other and I got the job.
Moving on to the exploitation of women...same job...a few months later and it's Halloween. All the serving staff had been hand picked based on (a teensy bit of) experience but mostly how they looked. We were required to wear...wait for it...Playboy Bunny Suits to serve at Halloween. WTH?!
I was very uncomfortable.
At that time, cute young girl in big city, I did not get it.
I knew I did not want to wear that thing, but I also loved the job.
So, after a couple of shots and glasses (or likely a bottle) of cheap, sparkly Spumante I made it through the night with nary a nasty incident and carried on. It wasn't until much later that realized how very, very wrong the WHOLE thing was!
I am fortunate that the owners (even with their unconventional hiring style of being spotted in the parking lot) and staff were amazing and it all worked out to be a fantastic experience with some good learning thrown in! Note to self...do not go to a job interview in a hotel room. Ever.
Thanks for your great post!