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By wisper on Wednesday, June 23, 2004 - 09:15 pm:

    As of this afternoon, I am joyfully unemployed.

    Or maybe even gayfully, because it is only a mere 4 days till GayDay. With no reason to wake up early the next day, i can party extra hearty.

    I realize that you guys don't even know what my job was, and i realize that I tend to keep chunks of my life private, and i like it that way.
    So just remind me to never work with the public again, EVER. Specifically affluent housewives.
    And/or people who are getting married. Fucking harpies. I pondered aloud once, about what turns seemingly normal women into swamp hag psychos leading up to what is supposed to be the happiest day of their lives? A co-worker (who is my age but married with kids) said "When you plan your wedding, you'll understand!"
    I replied that if just planning a wedding turns us into these selfish, ungrateful cunts, here is yet another reason I question the tradition of marriage.
    SWAMP HAG CUNTS.

    I quit.

    Anyway, it just so happens that i answered an ad, some place is in need of an in-house graphics person. That's me, baby! I sent out for it just this weekend.

    In the mean time, i also applied at a porn shop. I realize it's no big paying career thing, but it would do for now, to pay the rent. And i think it would be fun and easy, which it really all i need at the moment. Dirty old men? That i can deal with.
    I imagine that dirty old men rarely call places crying because the silver bell placecard holders have been discontinued, and they need just 5 more because their in-laws decided to come after all and if they dont have the motherfucking silver bell placecard holders the whole fucking wedding is goddamn ruined and they might as well just call off the whole thing.

    I'm free


By wisper on Wednesday, June 23, 2004 - 09:18 pm:

    p.s.
    My resignation letter included the following:

    "But now I spend each and every working minute here praying for the cleansing effect of nuclear holocaust."


By Spider on Wednesday, June 23, 2004 - 10:58 pm:

    Awesome.


By Platypus on Wednesday, June 23, 2004 - 11:13 pm:

    Congratulations!


By agatha on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 12:45 am:

    HAHAHA! That puts even Dave's bridge burning friend Darren to shame. Lovely.

    Will you tell us what you did now?
    '


By wisper on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 02:41 am:

    well, uhm...


    a balloon decorator.
    I made simple balloon arrangements to massive balloon trees, wreaths, arches, balloons inside balloons, everything. I can inflate, tie and arrange an average of 40 helium balloons in half an hour. I was the fastest they ever had.
    I'm a hands-on kinda girl, so I thought it would be fun.
    And you know what? it was. And there's huge money in that stuff too. I'm still doing two weddings this summer.

    But the swamp cunts, seriously you guys, holy hell.


By Gee on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 12:33 pm:

    I'm thinking even swamp cunts aren't as bad as some students.


    fucking students. Fucking Students!


By TBone on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 02:46 pm:

    Congrats, wisper! I hope you get the design job. May you never deal directly with a customer again. *waves magic meat tenderizer*
    .
    Swamp cunts begone!
    .
    But "Balloon Decorator" is a damn cool job title.
    .
    Weddings. It's incredible how so many people will tie thier happiness to the absolute perfection of so many petty things at once -- many of which they have little or no control over. Why does that day have to be the happiest day of one's life, anyway?


By patrick on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 03:29 pm:

    go work at Glad Day wisper...so i call you up with the guise of work plus you could hag it all day long.


By wisper on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 10:13 pm:

    That would be sweet patty, but i missed the sign-up deadline.
    Next year!

    -------
    Oh Tbone, you can't even imagine.
    And I thought the wedding cunts were insane until i met the First Birthday cunts.

    Get this:
    $3000 for a first birthday party with 145 guests, including a live band, full dinner, and over $100 on balloons alone. And some guy in an Elmo costume.

    KID.
    WONT.
    REMEMBER.
    IT.

    You might as well hold a wedding for your cat.

    nuclear holocaust.


By agatha on Thursday, June 24, 2004 - 10:32 pm:

    I am so overjoyed to hear that there is such a thing as a balloon decorator. The concept has been reverberating in my head for hours.

    I hate balloons. They choke the little birdies and they float around my house collecting animal hair for weeks every time Cleo brings one home. The only thing I like about balloons is sucking the helium out of them. They are a perfect representation of the wasteful American culture.

    I'm really glad you quit.


By wisper on Friday, June 25, 2004 - 02:02 am:

    oh yes, indeed. That too.

    at about the six month mark i got really fucked up thinking that everything i did will be thrown out the next day. Everything i create will be garbage tomorrow. I work in a landfill. I sell garbage. These women are crying and screaming at me because their trash is not the right shade of 'eggshell cream'.
    Beautifull, fancy garbage.
    The people at Goodwill just looked at me funny when i explained that as i dropped off my resume.
    I feel i need to redeem myself at times.


    (Though you may be heartened to know that a pure latex balloon is biodegradable, and rots at about the same rate as dead leaves.)


By Gee on Friday, June 25, 2004 - 11:22 am:

    that is nice to know.


    by the way, Evil Dead the Musical was FANTASTIC. They continue playing this weekend, and then they move to Montreal for a week of preview, and two weeks with Just for Laughs. I heartily recommend it to anyone who likes campy, culty stuff. You may think it sounds like an odd idea, but it works really really well. Plus, Nug is in it. for more info, go google.

    tonight I'm going to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show at the bloor theater. I hope there are lots of kooky people in costumes and stuff, with their umbrellas and toast. otherwise it's just no fun.


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