Another quote from Party Monster today. I may have to watch the movie again soon. Getting involved in the Burlesque community has really allowed the closeted exhibitionist in me to peak out just a bit. I love the glamour of the girls who actually perform, and I like getting a little taste of it myself. I’m quite certain my obsession with Drag Queens/Boys in Dresses/Cross-dressers is directly related to my enjoyment of all things glamorous (except that song by Fergie). But I like being able to turn it on and off. I couldn’t handle being glamorous all the time – it’s exhausting. I like to just be able to go out in jeans and a tshirt now and then. I love that I can just wear jeans and a t-shirt to work now and then. Sometimes I wish I could glam up at work…I guess maybe I could for Halloween. I wonder if I could go as rosie the riveter with fake eyelashes? Too much? Possibly, but not a bad idea.
I have a job interview today, for a position in a different department here at work. Same location, different building, different kind of work. I want the job. I don’t think I’m going to get the job. Maybe someday when I’m in charge of hiring I’ll gain an understanding of why folks will hire someone who they know nothing about other that what it says on their resume. I will come in to this interview with experience on every application used, experience working well with everyone in the department, and experience doing most of what is required of the job, while an employee here. I just won’t have had that specific job title anywhere else I’ve been. They’ll probably hire someone who has held the title, who has never used any of the applications we use here, and who has never actually worked with anyone here, or in the industry. And that person will leave as soon as something else comes up. I’m applying so that I can extend my career here. It’s very frustrating because I’ve seen them do it before. They talk about how often people move around with in a company, but I’ve seen very few examples of it actually happening.
I would love working in the new department, I get along well with everyone, and it would be nice to work under a different management style. And it’s a position that has the potential for growth. There’s no growth for me here. I’ve been here just over 2 years, I’m not stagnating yet, but I don’t want get to that point either. I hate getting my hopes up. I’m going to sit here and sulk, now, and remind myself why I won’t be getting the job, before I go home for lunch and get dressed for the interview.
As James St. James says in Party Monster, “it’s a shame you can’t publish a sentence.” Sometimes I come up with some great sentences – but too often I’ve got nothing else to go with that sentence. Just a casual statement of observation. I used to baffle at his ignorance. Why would one even want to publish a sentence!? Well, if you really want to get published but you can’t seem to pull enough together to even write a short essay, you find joy in the pieces. Maybe if I write enough pieces, I can find a way to connect them all together. I bought a small pocket journal the other day, in preparation for inspiration. So far I have 16 words. But I’m hopeful. All too often I forget ideas, but now that I have a pocket journal, I can write down every idea I have. Don’t laugh at my optimism. Sometimes it’s all I’ve got. It’s better to hope for something all your life and never attain it, than to never hope at all. I’ll just keep telling myself that. Hope and strive, and see where I land.
Speaking of James St. James…I’ve been watching a lot of LOGO TV lately. I seem to have always had a curiosity/interest about boys in dresses, cross-dressers, and drag queens. The fact that my first crush was Boy George is quite telling. I seem to have convinced myself that it is my duty to try and keep as many of my recorded LOGO shows off the DVR, that way when Phlome wonders why I’m wasting time watching TV, I can tell him that I’m doing it for him. If I didn’t sit there and catch up on my shows, he’d have to put up with all the Gay on his DVR. I’m helping him – it’s hard work…promise.
We’ve got a bit storm rolling in tonight and it’s time for me to go home now. I can’t wait. I love a good thunderstorm – especially if I can stay in and enjoy it, which I plan to. And I’ll work hard at getting some gay off the DVR
So starting this week I am officially administrator for two new online applications at work.
These are applications I’ve been either working on or hoping for pretty much since I started here.
I feel like I will finally be a productive employee - a real value-add as they say.
But the real bonus is that I think I’ll really enjoy what I’m doing.
I’m actually looking forward to working - even if it means overtime.
Fortunately my boss is really cool about ensuring I take comp time for any over time I work
So in short I may have to work my ass off here but it will be worth it.
Sat. night phlome and I went to S4 for the drag show and some decent dance music. I must admit I looked fabulous! I have this great new halter top style brown polka dot dress. And with the dress I have these absolutley perfect pair of 3 inch high heeled brown shoes. I know, I need pics. Anyway, all the drag queens and gay boys loved it. As well as my hair in two little buns on top of my head. I know, it sounds all wrong with the dress, but for some reason it worked.
As a result of the evening of fabulousness, I have blisters on my toes and heels, and suffered through cramps well into the late morning on Sunday, despite soaking in epsom salts, ice water, and foot massages from Phlome. The ice water felt the best, since it numbed my feet. But I think it may have been the cause of the ongoing cramps in my feet and toes.
Ok - let me preface this by saying I am not an American Idol fan. But I do read the gossip blogs, and I do listen to talk radio, so I generally have some idea of what’s going on with it.
After seeing clips and pics from the season finale, I have decided i need to be Clay Aiken’s new agent.
I have the perfect concept for launching his post-Idol broadway career.
He will be the next Victor/Victoria.
Now wait, I know what you’re thinking. The premise behind Victor/Victoria is a woman pretentding to be a man portraying a woman. But wouldn’t it even be that much better for a man(boy) to act as woman pretending to be a man portraying a woman? It’s perfect!!!! Clay looks so fem in men’s clothing, how much more fabu could you get!!!!
And before you go congratulating me on my sheer genius I must confess to being somewhat inspired by Alley Sheedy’s performance as Hedwig - a woman portraying a man pretending to be a woman.
My GAWD I am a genius.
CLAY - get your people on the phone with my people. ASAP!
http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=15042
This Saturday - Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Midnight - The Other Half Theatre Experience at the Ridglea in Ft. Worth.
If you’re interested let me know. I sent out an Evite - if I missed you - I’m sorry - send me a scathing email and I’ll add you to the list.
Before Hedwig some of us plan on getting pleasently toasty at Sardines on cheap wine and cigarettes. (well maybe not the cigarettes, but it seemed to follow so nicely).
I’m debating on actually wearing a blonde wig that I bought on ebay that looks a lot like the hedwig wig. Or maybe I should make Phlome wear it. *g*
So - and other celebrations = Today is my 7 mo. birthday. Yay.
Or something like that.