Thursday, October 11, 2012
"Ground Rules and Norms" in practice
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Reasons for a professional name
"Oh sure!" I say, "I'm sure they'll be thrilled. Here, we can look it up right now."
We go to r/earthporn and I find the picture in minutes. The person's username is "TurdsMcpoopsalot*" My eyes widen. The bosses look at each other, wince, and look back at me.
"On second thought, we'll just go with the other stock image that you were telling us about."
Your username is seen by all sorts of people. Some whom you'd never even think of.
*I edited the username a little in an attempt to give ole' Turds some anonymity but, yes, that's essentially what it originally was.
Friday, March 16, 2012
A note for new models
You'll buy clear or nude shoes because some photographer will emphatically tell you that they're, "a modeling essential". You want to be professional, so this sounds serious. You'll cart them around everywhere but you'll never wear them. Eventually you'll leave them at home, where they'll gather dust in your closet. Only a short while after that you'll show up to a shoot where the photographer will assume that you have clear or nude shoes with you. He'll be upset and will seem personally disappointed in you that you don't have them. When you tell him that he should have told you to bring them if he'd wanted them that badly he'll stare at you agog.
"You're a professional model! You should always have them with you! They're a modeling essential!" he'll say in a way that's just as know-it-all and just as emphatic as the first guy was.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
On being laid off
Hey look! It's the corporate version of, "baby, we have to talk."
Interlude, if you've just joined the party here's the deal. I took a job from a friend a few years ago when I returned to Richmond to finish my degree. I would help her by adding another web designer to her temp agency, she would help me by giving me a stable source of income I could rely on while I couldn't travel for modeling because I was taking classes three days a week. It was the perfect situation! I had a stable income and health insurance!
Oh health insurance. I'm going to miss you so.
Anyway. My job was web design and maintenance. Lots of small companies need a web person but can't afford to or have no need to have a person on staff full time. The agency would send me out to them and I would work howeverlong they needed me to. Usually they wanted someone to update or create their site and then didn't need me again. Some of my favorites (like the one where the boss commented frequently about my footwear being too sexy) wanted me once every few weeks to update the site, keep backups and/or do security updates. So that was what I did. We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
So this email. The company is being rolled into another, larger company that does similar stuff. I don't know whether the owners sold it or the other company offered to buy it or what. My friend left the company a few months ago so I can't pry the answer out of her with margaritas. The office I kept my stuff in will be closed by the end of January and the employees the boss negotiated to keep will be moving on to permanent positions in the larger company. The larger company already has its own web people so me and the other designey-type tech are outta there.
My boss was really nice about, "I'll try to keep you on however I can! All the former clients already know you and they'll want you to work on their sites." He says that he knows for certain I have one more website to finish and at least three hours of work a month for one client. The other design tech we have has already sent me an email asking if I'd like to work together doing freelance work "on the side".
Of course this all comes after I've found that I do -in fact- owe my college almost 6 grand and took out a loan for a new car. I'd gotten used to the stability of the day job, having some place to be every Monday and knowing that I'd most likely have at least three days of work in a paycheck at the end of the week. Not having to canvas up modeling jobs and travel all over the place was nice.
...But I was getting bored. Antsy, restless. It was hard to concentrate on anything so I stopped doing everything. I was falling behind in my website work and my modeling work. I was starting to resent the day job. Starting to feel boring.
Maybe this is good. Perhaps I can use the skills I learned in the day job to add structure and time management to my freelance modeling and do better at modeling this time around. Time to spread my wings and soar? (in a more controlled manner than last time) she adds, under her breath, picturing a dove sailing out over the valleys with a watch on one feather and a briefcase full of actuary tables in the opposite claw.
...Hm.
Well. Anyway! I think this is a good thing. I think I was getting distracted. Doing something because it was easy and felt like a grown up thing to do. It's time to take stock of what I really want to do and chart a new heading. I'm open to ideas!
Monday, December 27, 2010
How to lose the job
"I can help you with all of your needs - but I'm looking closer to $25/hr as $10 is entry level to work in a kitchen or something like that and with 20 years of experience my knowledge and experience is worth the price of admission."
I respond, "Thanks for your interest in the position but that's [25$ pr hr] over double what our budget is. If that's what you require, this opportunity isn't for you."
He replies, "I understand budgets and also know what my worth is to a company when I assist them."
Nice. Way to stay classy there with your attempt to bully me into hiring you even when I've said twice (once in the posting and once in my reply) that I can't afford such a rate. Hang on, let me think about this a little bit. For it to be worth it to me to hire you, you'd have to bring in -from the work you do- double your wages. So that's 50$ pr hr, 800$ pr week. How exactly will you be able to do that by editing photos and video, helping me with the scheduling and posting those updates on my sites and clips stores? You wont. That's why I'm hiring someone at a lower rate!
I just think it's incredibly egotistical to respond to a job posting with qualifications I'm not looking for, demanding a rate that's double what I posted. Perhaps in the future I would be looking to hire someone for higher level web work and search engine optimization but I would hire someone with experience in the adult industry and it certainly won't be this douche bag now.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
I'm only 12 inside
Amusing, to be sure, but it had to be changed. A few minutes later and we had our new masterpiece.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Don't make me go all Vanilla Ice
"I'll say, 'she's ferocious.' and she'll go nuts and scare them off!"
"Nah, you want something you don't use otherwise like, 'Vanilla Ice'."
"What?! How do work 'Vanilla Ice' into a mugging conversation?"
"I think you're allowed a certain leeway in a mugging situation. 'Don't make me go all Vanilla Ice on your ass!' ...and then it would be what everyone was saying the next year."
He promptly launches into an involved story about how the mugger would tell his friends and then they'd start using it and Vanilla Ice would eventually hear it "up in his mansion somewhere and then he'd be all offended, 'I don't know where that came from! I'm a really nice guy! I mean, I would never go all Vanilla Ice on someone. Oh no! I said it!'"
Yes, I posted this solely to see if I can make that actually happen.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
How to play the "woo" game
How to play the woo game.
1)Get a group of friends together. If you live in a suspicious city like I do a smaller group is best so as not to intimidate the drunkies.
2)Hang out on your porch around when the bars are closing. Chat, hang out, that sort of thing. Have some drinks yourself. Why not?
3)When you hear people walking up on you who may possibly be drunk the first of your party casually lays out a happy, "woo!" You know what I'm talking about. You must lower yourself to make the annoying celebratory crow of drunken frat boys. "Woo! Yeah brah! Awwright!" That noise. Just the woo is okay, the rest is just a little weird, and douchey.
4)If the strangers "woo!" back, they're drunk. You win a point.
5)Rinse, lather and repeat with the next of your group and the next possibly drunken passerby.
Additional notes:
-If the people don't woo and instead look at you like you're an idiot they're not drunk enough to lose decorum. If you had any points, you lose a point. If you have no points yet, nothing happens, you simply don't gain a point.
-Turns out that there's a fine balance of acceptable woo to drunkenness. The woo game is fun to play as a team for this reason. In each team there's a chief woo-er and an assistant. If you're playing boys against girls, for example, the girls can add extra woo-ness to the boys' chief woo-er by woo-ing in addition to him or saying other douche-isms, ex "Yah brah! Hey you! Yee ha!" This generally cock blocks the woo-er as too much woo spontaneously erupting from a nearby porch frightens strangers into silence. Within a team the secondary woo-er can add just a touch of needed woo or simply lean sexily into view to coax out a reluctant woo....this is probably why an arrangement of girls against boys is a bad idea.
There really is no point to the woo game, it's just a way for friends to hang out and chat and play a little fun with drunk people. I'm sure that you could make the points mean something, hell make the points be some kind of drinking game and get drunk yourselves! ...You may want to cut back on the drinking a little when the people walking by woo at you first.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Drunken Super Stealthy Sorority Girl
Whatever she'd said before I'd woken up had really pissed him off because, aside from the one thing he'd shouted that had woken me, I didn't hear much more from him aside from a deep, enraged, hissing whisper.
"Oh yeah?" she replied snidely, "And then you're just what? Going to walk away?"
His answer came in rapidly retreating footsteps. She shouted after him, mocking him. Seconds later, she realized he really meant it. Her tone changed, wounded outrage. "Come back! You can't just leave!"
I didn't hear his reply.
"Please. Please!" She begged, "I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to call my friend. I can't be out here alone. Please. Please just call someone for me."
She begged him more, becoming more and more desperate. I could picture her sodden brain, working through the facts. She was probably wearing all her fancy, doesn't-cover-anything club clothing, her high heels probably hurt and now she was tired and sore. They had a fight and he'd left. Now she was drunk and alone in the dark Fan with its flickering street lamps, cracked sidewalks and low hanging trees. She was just sober enough for this to all be terribly frightening and just drunk enough to not really know what to do.
He left. He must have left because everything was totally silent for a moment before I heard her back thump against my house and her flimsy heels skid against the pavement as she sunk down the wall, crying.
I got out of bed and went outside with my phone. Her friend probably wouldn't pick up the phone if I called for her, but it was worth a try, I just couldn't leave the poor kid alone out there. Maybe I could call a cab for her, wait with her until it arrived.
There wasn't anyone underneath my window. I walked the length of the building, went around the corner. Coming to myself I realized that I was standing in an alley, barefooted, in a t-shirt that just barely covered my panties. I stepped into the side doorway, unseen by a drunken foursome concentrating hard on stumbling home.
Where was she? It had taken me only seconds to get to the door, I would have seen or heard her clip clopping down the street. I listened, nothing. I walked back to my front door, alert now to threats for both the mystery woman and myself.
"Miss?" I murmured. "Miss? I'm here to help."
A young man in an untucked button down ambled by, changing the focus of his scrutiny from his topsiders to me. He frowned, full of child-like confusion. Was he really looking at a lady in bed clothing? Shouldn't she be in bed, looking like that? Why was she on a porch?
I was just as confused as he was, where was the woman I'd just heard? I waited a moment after he'd gone, listening for her, but she had disappeared if she was ever there at all.
Settling back into bed I wondered if I'd actually been woken up or if I'd dreamed the fight, rushing out the door to aid a figment of my imagination. That would make sense, a lot more sense than her being the punch line of one of those "hitch hiking ghost" stories, "every August 27th her spirit fights with her boyfriend but when a kind soul goes to help her...she disappears!"
In any case, if she was real I hope that the same super stealthy powers she had that kept me from finding her got her home safely.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
How it should have ended
In the last panel she responds, "Not Lucky...He wouldn't hurt anybody, would you Lucky?"
It's so after school special you know that in the next few strips she'll gain valuable knowledge about wild animals through Lucky's wacky hijinks. Yet. The comic is drawn in that dramatic, Prince Caspian style so I read it as a cliff hanger instead of a pause.
"...would you Lucky?" dun dun DUN!
I really want it to be. It would be way better if the next comic has Katie withered away in bed w/Lyme disease. A lecture on deer ticks via jaundice would be way funnier than wacky hijinks.
And THAT'S how it SHOULD have ended.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Farmer's market
red and yellow, a head of garlic, sweet peppers, parsley, a pound each
of baby carrots and tomatoes and a jalapeño so hot that they recommend
you chop it wearing gloves (holy shit!). I'll be hard pressed to find
use for this jalapeño but it's in my CSA so I paid for it so I'll take
it.
Wandering around the market I found a South African turned Virginian
wine maker. He offered a wine tasting and I'm not one to turn down a
wine tasting regardless of it being 9 am. I bought two of his
whites...there's probably something funny in buying whites from South
Africa.
I have like, 5 heads of garlic from past weeks at the CSA and from the
grocery so I think it's time to start the garlic roasting and go clean
my room for my shoot today.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Farmer's market weekly
tomatillos, leeks and one each of garlic and cucumber. The last look a
bit sad and lost, don't they?
I wish I'd thought to ask the guys at the market what kinds of
tomatoes we have this week. I had two lb allotted to me so I picked
half and half but damned if I know what they are.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Bounty of the farmers market
beets, a pound of new potatoes, scallions, patty pan squash, some
rather piqued looking basil, red and purple raspberries (that I
couldn't resist buying), cucumbers and a pound of lettuce.
The CSA has given us both beets and lettuce for 3 wks in a row now.
I'm starting to get really creative w the beets but I'm all lettuced
out.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Back to work today
the bag of mini candy bars on my desk. In the case that you can't see
the photo, it says, "I know I have 20 candy bars in here that aren't
yours".
When I returned the note looked like this. Again, for those browsing w
images off, someone had scratched out the 20 and written in 18.
I KNEW that was going to happen! Lol
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Bounty of the farmer's market
beets, salad greens, two different kinds of squash, parsley and more
swiss chard than I know what to do with. Also a cojoined patty pan
squash that Esther was mesmerized by. I bought additionally sweet
cherries and leeks, the latter bc the only recipe I have for swiss
chard is "Swiss chard and leek quiche" and it is fantastic!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Eating in Japan
Food In Japan
Traveling with strict dietary requirements is tough. It's especially tough if you're an adventurous person for whom part of a trip is trying out the local food. It's made even more difficult when you don't read the local language and can't speak more than a few basic survival phrases (and have forgotten the phrase, "please speak more slowly"). This is why traveling is fun.
And involves lots of nausea and stomach cramps for the poor vegetarian model.
Japanese restaurants generally do not have English language menus. During our week and a half long trip, only three of the restaurants we went to had special English language menus that were only more or less in English. The good news is that almost all Japanese restaurant menus are pictorial. If the picture looks good you can just point to it and say, "Kole, Kudasai" (this please). Food in traditional restaurants is served in "sets" with the main dish, a salad, pickles (everything is served with pickles), rice, and if the main dish isn't soup, a soup, and if the main dish is soup, a sauce or pudding of some kind.
Sometimes when you point to a picture, you've chosen a set that requires answers from you. This is always going to be stressful and confusing. The server says something you can't understand and points on the menu to words that you can't read. Clearly a choice of some sort needs to be made. Even if your server remembers the English from class in school, he probably doesn't have enough vocabulary memorized to translate a restaurant menu. I quickly memorized the phrase, "what do you recommend?" and used it every time I was asked to make a choice. The server would think and then happily reply something else that I couldn't understand. I would nod like that was a great idea, close my menu and say "Yes please". Only once was this not the right answer. That server was very confused with me. I figure she said something like, "well I don't know. I like the Karabonara, but the Udon is good too." and I replied, "Yes please." while nodding like I knew what I was talking about.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
The bounty of the farmers market
and looking for a dog at the SPCA I highly recommend Cedric) and just
about everything was sold out already!
I got broccoli, sugar snap peas, strawberries, mint and garlic
scrapes. I had to change the game plan after I found that the things I
wanted were sold out. I missed out on leeks, spinach, edamame and
whole chicken.









