I was thinking I already had an account, and couldn't find it -- then I noticed you can use "open ID" -- it let me in and set up an account, and somehow other people had already added me, and I'm not sure what I did, but looks like I'm in there.
ZiaNuray, of course.
I remembered this about the factory job and thought I'd share -- it just points out how some people will "cut off their nose to spite their face."
Maybe two or three years before the place closed down, we were "restructuring" and "crosstraining" to keep as many people actively employed as possible -- and I thank them for that.
I was asked to teach an older woman to run a certain high-tech machine. We did OK the first two days and she was picking it up very well for someone without much computer experience. Then she heard one of my friends mention to me that the Buddhist monks would be at her house that weekend and I was invited, which of course I accepted!
So trainee gets into no-no land. She asks me if I'm Buddhist. I'm not, so I say no. She asks if my friend is Buddhist. I say I don't know, that's not part of my job to know that. She starts pressing me -- where do I go to church, am I Methodist, CoG, AoG, Baptist....
I repeat that's not something I like to talk about at work as it's not part of the job. And that is true.
She grinds and moans and grumps for the next workday not paying attention at all to the training and ruining a part. I finally tell her "OK, you want to know? I'm a Witch, old-style. Not Wiccan. Witch. Now can we get back to the task at hand?" Next day she comes in early and goes to the supervisor, refuses to work in the same area with me anymore. Supervisor points out we're trying to save her job, if she refuses training, we can't keep her past a certain point as her particulat job skills will be obsolete.
She's OK with that, she just can NOT be expected to work with me.
SOMEone leaves religious tracts -- specifically directed against Witchcraft -- on the machine just before my shift for the next couple of days. The supervisor sees them and nearly goes ballistic as that's harassment. No evidence of WHO left them, no one will admit to seeing her come in the area. HR calls me in to discuss it, apologising that they can't really DO anything. "That's fine, I was just going to trash them anyway, I know there's no way prove who left them. And she's entitled to her opinion, as long as it doesn't interfere with the job."
Few weeks later, her area is closed. The people who took training opportunities move to different parts of the plant. She's "downsized." Thing is, if she'd stuck it out, she'd have had a fairly easy job and would not have been on my shift so wouldn't have had to deal with me past that week.
One of the questions was "WHY is it so hard for me to lose weight?" Not just psychologically, but physically.
And this tied in with something that happened later on:
In the reading, he saw that I had been the wife of a Rabbi in Germany before and during WWII. We had still been early middle-age when it started, and when we were sent to the camps, one of the higher-ranking guards found me attractive for some reason. Granted, I wasn't bad looking, but in this circumstance? I was determined to fight him all the way, for my honor and my husband's.
I was denied food, even the slop the rest of the prisoners got, until I would give in. A couple of other guards basically took their lives in their hands for pity and gave me scraps when they could, and once a warm cap. These men I have met again, in this life, and we recognized each other.
So basically, I stubbornly starved myself to death.
And that seems to be why my body holds on so well to the fat -- my unconscious mind remembers that! Now, according to the literature on the subject, since I realize this and know it's not likely to happen again, the weight should start just melting off, right? Right??? HURRY UP!!!!!!
So...what would happen to agnostic, one who freely admits they don't know what to expect or whether they believe in a deity?
(In the particular case I'm thinking of, Disneyland would be an appropriate destination -- or a series of SF Cons!)
Yes, and that child was born with a cleft palate, so let her starve, 'cause "G-d made her that way."
And that child had heart surgery BEFORE birth or he would have been born dead -- so why are you interfering with "G-d's Will"?
And the man who is scarred form a fire -- don't do skin grafts to make him more comfortable both physically and with his appearance, because that scarring is "G-d's Will" and cosmetic surgery is just "vanity."
Same for the woman who loses a breast to cancer or is in car accident where half her face gets pulverized.
In fact, don't own/drive/ride in a car or any other form of transportation like a wagon, 'cause G-d made feet.
And don't send food to countries in famine, 'cause it's "G-d's Will" that they're hungry.
Oh, and guess what? We're all born naked. So why are you wearing clothes if how one appears at birth should be the standard for one's entire life?
I countered with "But all languages are made up -- either by the people who grow up speaking them such as German, English, and Mandarin or by those who think them up, like Esperanto, COBOL, or Klingon."
Every male in that book in my age range -- and remember, this was 15-20 years ago -- was at least 40 pounds of flab overweight, balding, some obviously hadn't shaved before going in for the taping, they were nearly all either blue-collar with very little formal education beyond what the state mandated OR they claimed to be a pastor or other white-collar prfessional BUT wouldn't show proof. Nearly every male on the service claimed to be a "born-again Christian"; those with a drinker's nose or tobacco-stained teeth were especially vocal about it. And every one of these slobs wanted a woman 5'5" to 5'6", 110 pounds or less, who neither smoked nor drank (guess they didn't want competition for the resources?), a good submissive person with no children who would nevertheless be happy to raise his 5 children so he could get them away from his harpy ex-wife, work to support the whole family, and have a couple more kids for him -- several even used the "Proverbs 31 woman" line/descriptor.
Gods, talk about stereotypical rednecks.
I did let my friend introduce me to one of the guys she met on the service -- he liked racing and I like fast cars, she she figured we'd get along.
I stayed at the table on that meeting for 15 minutes. 14.75 minutes longer than I needed to know it wouldn't work.
Direct quote from me the next day at work: "Hon, next time you want to do me a favor? Don't do me any favors."
For those of you who have heard me rave about The Monster House and the Periodic Table of Elementals, this is who does them.
Alex, if you're reading this, this is the lady who did the poem I brought to you at OKRF.
Same with "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke". If they don't have a sense of humor, why would I waste time with them?
Granted, my early training was in a particular Christian sect which was fairly judgemental, but even at that I tended to keep my yap shut and be polite to people and just pray for them afterward.
So there's a post from a new member
"I'm new and need some directions on to do everything, thanks"
I mean, the directions are RIGHT THERE....
1) A picture of me that I like -- this will require someone with a lot of patience,
a sense of humor, and a decent camera, because there have been exactly two pictures
of me in 45+ years that I can look at without feeling ill.
*Still don't have that one.
2) Ideas for flavor combos for some chocolate melts I'm turning into candies to the office at Halloween -- the melts I'm using are (mostly) Wilton brand and come in dark cocoa, light cocoa, peanut butter and vanilla -- most in vanilla, so whatever flavor is added would have to work with that.
3) amazon wishlist.
or, heck, pack up a bunch of books you don't want and send 'em on!
4) Funky "icky" Halloween-type labels for bottles and boxes and such -- free downloads are great! -- or labels you've designed, if you don't mind me using them. Things like "Zombie Juice" and "Bat's Whiskers".
5) Notebooks, blank books, mini-Moleskines
6) Beads and / or bead supplies -- old necklaces / earrings etc from thrift shops that I can take apart and use for parts are the BOMB!
(This includes one cool bead leftover from a package of 5, a busted earring, whatever you don't feel like using but don't want to throw out. Beadwise, that is -- no livestock like children or spouses!)
7) I'm so thankful for my job at Wyndham -- but if you know anyone with a salon or spa, DC office, etc. in the Springfield, MO area who would let me do one day a week to keep my hands in at massage, I'd appreciate you telling me about them and/or them about me!
8) So many of my friends are having health/job problems -- please remember them in your devotions if you are so inclined.
Hmm, that brings it to 8. Do I HAVE to have 10?
Most of what I want this year is stuff that only I can do for myself -- like motivation to get UP and get moving and exercise, get UP and do the housework that I know needs doing, stuff like that. *sigh*
I guess the one wish I have that others can take care of is this:
Y'all be kind, courteous, and considerate of each other, hear?