Because it won't fit on twitter. Stolen from Jon Olsen, who stole it from Aine.
"A public union employee, a tea party activist and a CEO are sitting at a table with a plate of a dozen cookies on it. The CEO takes 11 of the cookies, turns to the tea partier and says, 'watch out for that union guy, he wants a piece of your cookie.' "
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Catching up with my life.
I know it's been a long time, I get distracted and then don't know what is new in my life... Or interesting. I'm typing this from my phone, and I didn't check my last post, which I vaguely recall covered my birthday. After that I worked on a dance show, I feel I covered that to, with a link. Then I went back to work with two week of lighting maintenance, where we got a lot done, more than normal because the designs for the rental that was in next were late. Then one last week off and I'm back for real.
So, this season I am doing the job of two people, they eliminated the second props artisan, so when I have free time while running shows, I work in the prop shop, it's what I have been doing for the last two weeks, and I've learned a little photoshop. I've been downloading copies of the Seattle Times, all the Sunday covers and some filler from August '46 and '47. Then I paste them together in a printable way and clean up the black lines and other mess from the originals. It's pretty fun.
Other than my fun job, the Intiman is funereal, it turns out, they say the previous managing director liquidated the endowment, and this is why we are fucked. But, this doesn't make much sense to me, an endowment is there to make use of the interest for special projects, and if he liquidated the endowment, only one million, why aren't more bills paid off. The only thing that makes sense is he used the endowment fund in the 2009 season, and ran out of money last season, then he got caught. But then why did it take so long for people to catch on, many vendors where not paid from the end of the season 2009, and each time an excuse was given, an account at a time unfrozen, and we were not allowed to question, or if after a long time same bad filling or some such excuse wasn't flying, then a different confusing lie, like our credit card limits do not reflect our actual limit, so that's why those are declined. Then something else. The midseason letters announcing that our health insurance had not been paid since the beginning of the 2010 season, were blamed on Evan. But the real reason was those funds were misdirected, that got fixed, but our pensions and union dues stopped. I think our union rep cornering our business rep was the first she knew anything about it. Who over sees this stuff.
Now, with a reduction in shows and performances and the like we might lose 24% of our wages from last year (already less than the year before) plus they want us to give up our $0.25 raise we got this year. If I thought the $300 dollars this raise represents next to the $10,000 I am already giving up, might save the theater, I might do it, but I don't trust the people who didn't know anything was happening, for a year, and tend to lie to make themselves look good. So, I might have to look for a new job for next year.
So, this season I am doing the job of two people, they eliminated the second props artisan, so when I have free time while running shows, I work in the prop shop, it's what I have been doing for the last two weeks, and I've learned a little photoshop. I've been downloading copies of the Seattle Times, all the Sunday covers and some filler from August '46 and '47. Then I paste them together in a printable way and clean up the black lines and other mess from the originals. It's pretty fun.
Other than my fun job, the Intiman is funereal, it turns out, they say the previous managing director liquidated the endowment, and this is why we are fucked. But, this doesn't make much sense to me, an endowment is there to make use of the interest for special projects, and if he liquidated the endowment, only one million, why aren't more bills paid off. The only thing that makes sense is he used the endowment fund in the 2009 season, and ran out of money last season, then he got caught. But then why did it take so long for people to catch on, many vendors where not paid from the end of the season 2009, and each time an excuse was given, an account at a time unfrozen, and we were not allowed to question, or if after a long time same bad filling or some such excuse wasn't flying, then a different confusing lie, like our credit card limits do not reflect our actual limit, so that's why those are declined. Then something else. The midseason letters announcing that our health insurance had not been paid since the beginning of the 2010 season, were blamed on Evan. But the real reason was those funds were misdirected, that got fixed, but our pensions and union dues stopped. I think our union rep cornering our business rep was the first she knew anything about it. Who over sees this stuff.
Now, with a reduction in shows and performances and the like we might lose 24% of our wages from last year (already less than the year before) plus they want us to give up our $0.25 raise we got this year. If I thought the $300 dollars this raise represents next to the $10,000 I am already giving up, might save the theater, I might do it, but I don't trust the people who didn't know anything was happening, for a year, and tend to lie to make themselves look good. So, I might have to look for a new job for next year.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Vacation is almost over.
So, I have just this weekend left until my "vacation" is over.
I have not accomplished much, if anything.
I made some cheese.
I organized half of the kitchen.
I read two books, and finished my first pair of mittens. I have lost and gained 10 pounds twice.
I have played with the cats a bit.
I have not really cleaned the apartment.
I did a tiny bit of yoga... which means I cleaned my room.
I started knitting a baby sweater, and I am a third of the way through it.still working on the same three pairs of socks, I am more excited about sweaters and baby things.
and thats it....
oh, I have also eaten at Chaco Canyon twice, and possibly again today.
I have not accomplished much, if anything.
I made some cheese.
I organized half of the kitchen.
I read two books, and finished my first pair of mittens. I have lost and gained 10 pounds twice.
I have played with the cats a bit.
I have not really cleaned the apartment.
I did a tiny bit of yoga... which means I cleaned my room.
I started knitting a baby sweater, and I am a third of the way through it.still working on the same three pairs of socks, I am more excited about sweaters and baby things.
and thats it....
oh, I have also eaten at Chaco Canyon twice, and possibly again today.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Pesky Protein Markers
So, I had a doctors appointment yesterday, a four month check up with the oncologist. It went well, no mysterious lumps, no terrible side effects from the tamoxifen.
We talked about mammograms and pelvic exams, we agree (unlike my general practitioner) that I should probably get a pelvic every year while on the tamoxifen, just in case it does catch something early. There is no reliable screening for uterine cancer (risk increased by tamoxifen) but it can't hurt.
We agreed to meet again in four months, and then we talked a bit about the CEA, which was elevated before and I had to have a colonoscopy... you remember. She said we should check it again, because it being elevated made her nervous, made me nervous too!!! nightmares of LURKING CANCER and all... I asked what we would do if it was high or higher, and she said... do the scans again and see if we can find something, she told me she would call with results, both of us were trying to be hopeful as I left, and I wandered down to the Lab.
Today I got an email, not a phone, from my doctor, and my CEA is down from 14.8 to 5.7, still high, normal range is 0 to 5.0 but better... I got this news an hour after saying to someone, I shouldn't worry because, I am a little different. Anyway, we will test again in 6 months.
We talked about mammograms and pelvic exams, we agree (unlike my general practitioner) that I should probably get a pelvic every year while on the tamoxifen, just in case it does catch something early. There is no reliable screening for uterine cancer (risk increased by tamoxifen) but it can't hurt.
We agreed to meet again in four months, and then we talked a bit about the CEA, which was elevated before and I had to have a colonoscopy... you remember. She said we should check it again, because it being elevated made her nervous, made me nervous too!!! nightmares of LURKING CANCER and all... I asked what we would do if it was high or higher, and she said... do the scans again and see if we can find something, she told me she would call with results, both of us were trying to be hopeful as I left, and I wandered down to the Lab.
Today I got an email, not a phone, from my doctor, and my CEA is down from 14.8 to 5.7, still high, normal range is 0 to 5.0 but better... I got this news an hour after saying to someone, I shouldn't worry because, I am a little different. Anyway, we will test again in 6 months.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
My Very Brave Friend
I have a very brave friend who wrote a memoir about growing up sissy, and sexually abused, developing a fetish much like a addiction to ease the pain, pain compounded by a family of secrets.
Last Summer I was one of the people to proofread his memoir, I think right before he found a publisher, I was reluctant, I can be very blunt, and don't lie very well if I think something I have read is a pile of crap, and this is a good friend of mine that I work with everyday. I took one version home and didn't read it for a week, then a newer rewrite was available, and I forced myself to start... if it was bad, I would be part of the solution.
I could not stop reading this compelling story, so honestly told, so heartbreaking and heartwarming, at one point I was afraid I was friends with a sociopath... but... it works out.
He also writes a blog. And this is his Book. Now, Dennis is gay, and if you can't get past that, or think its some weird choice that people make, to be gay... well then you won't like or approve of this book, or of Dennis himself, that is okay, I don't want to hear about it though.
The post holiday gloom is a time when I feel I need to hide secrets away from ... I don't know... the biggest secret is my mom....
My relationship with my mom is the best it is ever going to be, the best arrangement is I call her three times a year, this year, I think I might send a card a month, but I don't know how long that will last. I have tried harder in the past, the return is the same. Before you say well you need to reach out more no matter what the "return" ... no. My mom wants an idealized daughter, if I call too much, that puts a damper on things, I might want her to remember something about whats going on in my life. When I called her the day after my surgery last year, she was confused, and had not even been worried or possibly aware I had had surgery, but maybe I'm selfish?
I wish it were better, but its as good as it gets, I can not make it any better, so, I think I will just call her three times a year.
But back to my friend....
I am going to see the play based on my friends memoir on Saturday, its going to be great.
Last Summer I was one of the people to proofread his memoir, I think right before he found a publisher, I was reluctant, I can be very blunt, and don't lie very well if I think something I have read is a pile of crap, and this is a good friend of mine that I work with everyday. I took one version home and didn't read it for a week, then a newer rewrite was available, and I forced myself to start... if it was bad, I would be part of the solution.
I could not stop reading this compelling story, so honestly told, so heartbreaking and heartwarming, at one point I was afraid I was friends with a sociopath... but... it works out.
He also writes a blog. And this is his Book. Now, Dennis is gay, and if you can't get past that, or think its some weird choice that people make, to be gay... well then you won't like or approve of this book, or of Dennis himself, that is okay, I don't want to hear about it though.
The post holiday gloom is a time when I feel I need to hide secrets away from ... I don't know... the biggest secret is my mom....
My relationship with my mom is the best it is ever going to be, the best arrangement is I call her three times a year, this year, I think I might send a card a month, but I don't know how long that will last. I have tried harder in the past, the return is the same. Before you say well you need to reach out more no matter what the "return" ... no. My mom wants an idealized daughter, if I call too much, that puts a damper on things, I might want her to remember something about whats going on in my life. When I called her the day after my surgery last year, she was confused, and had not even been worried or possibly aware I had had surgery, but maybe I'm selfish?
I wish it were better, but its as good as it gets, I can not make it any better, so, I think I will just call her three times a year.
But back to my friend....
I am going to see the play based on my friends memoir on Saturday, its going to be great.
Monday, January 17, 2011
A Week of Dance
So, I just spent 7 days working on a dance show, seven days straight, but that will be okay once I get the check.
I very rarely have any contact with Dancers - mostly I deal with actors, sometimes singers, but dancers are a new bread... I have sometimes worked with musical theatre dancers, and I am trying to remember if they are the same...
but dancers are nicer, and smarter than actors... they can navigate in the dark, and pay attention. They are very low maintenance and very appreciative, although I did mop the floor.... a lot.
The Dance company is Whim W'him, a new company that is now the resident dance company at the Intiman... no one is sure what that means, but... they will probably be back next year with hugs and kisses for all.
Merde
I very rarely have any contact with Dancers - mostly I deal with actors, sometimes singers, but dancers are a new bread... I have sometimes worked with musical theatre dancers, and I am trying to remember if they are the same...
but dancers are nicer, and smarter than actors... they can navigate in the dark, and pay attention. They are very low maintenance and very appreciative, although I did mop the floor.... a lot.
The Dance company is Whim W'him, a new company that is now the resident dance company at the Intiman... no one is sure what that means, but... they will probably be back next year with hugs and kisses for all.
Merde
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