Every job is prostitution

In my years, I have worked many jobs...many companies, many fields. Sometimes I would work one full-time job in the day - with a part-time at night, and a spare on the week-end. I have woken early, stayed up late, slept in the cafeteria, and had uniforms stashed in various cabinets.

In my time, I have worked as/in:

Food service: fast food, casual dining, fine dining, server, greeter, bar assistant, trainer, kitchen manager, prep work

Recreation: parks assistant with clean up and activity planning, lifeguard, camp counselor

Retail: beauty supplies, jewelry, clothing, sales, stocking, merchandising

Salon: reception and product sales

Customer Service: call center, customer satisfaction surveys and focus groups, contract negotiation

Banking and Financial Services: consumer banking, teller, retail loans, real estate lending, deposits, private banking, business banking, mortgage collections, investments, mutual fund sales, portfolio advisement, assistant manager, vault inventory

Music: radio DJ, sound engineer (live and studio), artist promotion, music promotion, event planning

Education: private kindergarten, preschool, high school, private lessons, teaching assistant, teacher

Adult: phone sex operator, gentleman's club cocktail waitress, escort appointments, and actual escort

So....maybe it is my overly expansive experience ("I'm a mercenary for experience." Diane Sawyer) - but it irks me to listen to some early 20s whiner girl, who in all likelihood had her university education paid for by mommy and daddy, and has happy happy holidays, whine because "one time, when I worked in a bar, a guy tried to touch me!" or "I walked in on another waitress giving head to a customer." On my friggin' G-d! Grow up!

This coming from the same girls, who proudly proclaim they know how to flirt to get guys in "regular" bars to buy them drinks, or take them for dinner, or pay their nightclub cover.

I have found that every money making job entails some sale of a part of yourself for the pay. Every job requires some kissing of the ass. The problem is - whose ass? and when has it been kissed enough? I appreciate the job where, to put it bluntly, you know what to touch and you know when you have touched it enough to get your money! Sure...your hand is left sticky - but it's nothing a hot shower won't take care of.

Just plain pissed off!

Generally I am a very laid-back individual. Nothing bothers me. It all rolls like water off a ducks back...things that irritate others, nothing. Things that anger others, nah.

I don't like wasting my time with being stressed, irritated, angry, or even to sit around blabbing about "can you believe he/she it bla bla bla?"

But I admit that once every four months, every single flippin' thing pisses me off!!

This being the time, here are some events that grate on my nerves:

the cat constantly being under my feet.
the AC not being as cold as I want. Is it wrong to want 17 degrees Celsius?
the rainy season - cause I friggin' hate carrying umbrellas
the humidity. cause my greasy ass hair can't make it an hour before it falls flat.
overly late trains. cause then I have to wait on a crowded platform between other sweaty cranky people...
the coworker who is some friggin' gaijin who can't bother learning the Japanese language even though she/he has lived her for over a decade - so she/he speaks super slow English to her/his Japanese coworkers - in this condescending tone - like it's their fault for not knowing English
the same coworker who had no work experience prior to moving here, but talks all big like she/he is some G-D expert on her/his position, when any other woman knows she/he isn't

and recently, and while I try not to complain about the train commute...

these friggin' guys who position their body to take up two peoples spots even though we are all crammed in like sardines and then, even though I am not touching them in their precious personal space bubble, they need to constantly fidget so their body parts are constantly pushing against me...and even as I inch (or centimeter) away, they angle out even more to continue the pushing.

these people will rue the day I know more Japanese...'cause while I am not going to say anything in English...once I know the language, I am going to hiss through my teeth something along the lines of "What in the f**k is your problem?! Back it up before I kendo your ass!"

Me and Cameron Diaz: Like 2 Peas in a Pod!

In a recent interview, Cameron says "I'm always traveling for [whispers] c--k. You've got to go where it is."

Ah, I know the feeling Cameron! I have taken cabs in the middle of the night, left parties early, not left the party - but frolicked in the bathroom - and answered the doorbell at 4am for that delightful barn animal!

I have moved across town - moved across the state - and even moved to another country...all for the all-natural wake-up alarm!

In the past, I have done many things for c--k...

I have quit listening to music I like because it asked.
I started listening only to its preferred music.
I have been told to stop seeing my friends.
I have been told to quit jobs or take others.
I've changed my style of dressing.
I've ironed...dear G-d - I have ironed t-shirts!

But, now I ask, in the paraphrased words of Miss Jackson, "what has it done for me lately?"

Lest the gentle readers be alarmed - I have not done any of the "quit your own interests" for the sake of c--k recently. I think I have gotten to a point where, yes - I will travel for it, but I won't change for it.

Me - future media superstar

Here is a short teaser video I made using a song from the friend-boys band. (19 Mirrors - I'd Rather Die)

My eventual goal would be to make a full length video using about 300 images for a sort of stop-action look.

Eh, it was something to do at 2am!

Finally - A Hands Down Explanation!

Recently I read the book called "Why Men Want Sex and Women Need Love." It is a humorous, yet fact based book highlighting some of the reasons why men and woman seek / stay / or cheat in relationships.

One of the chapters was mentioning the fact that men have a higher sex drive than women. I hear this ALL the time - and I have often wondered "am I a freak of nature? " 'cause I have never had a lower sex drive than any man I dated...

Apparently only 18% of all women have a sex drive equivalent to a mans. Apparently some women, while tiny adorable fetuses (fetusi?) were exposed to higher levels of testosterone and badda-bing, badda-boom! Higher sex drive as an adult!

This brings us the hands. The hands above show a woman's hand (cute nails!) and a mans hand. Note that on the woman's hand, the index finger and ring finger are about the same length. In many women, the index finger is a bit longer than the ring finger.

On a mans hand, the ring finger is longer.

Okay...so what does this mean? Well, women who were exposed to higher levels of testosterone in the womb, have man hands! Ring finger longer than index finger!!

Now I understand my problem!! I have man hands! Waaa!!!

For a good time call...

I think that pictures of the above person, (AKA: my friend-boy), like most of us, could be distributed as follows:

10% - OMG! I look horrible, burn this!
80% - pleasant, average, cute
10% - I can not breathe! Too much hotness!

I will classify the above photo as falling in the 10% - Hot! category.

Oddly, it seems that photographs of models fall more in a 20% - Burn this!, 70% - pleasant, 10% - hot. Probably we get so overly familiar with the photo-shopped view, that anything else looks pitiful.

Do a Google search for: Madonna, photo shop - and see the before/after examples!

Anyway - I digress from the topic at hand. That of calling someone.

Most of you know that Japanese cell phones allow a cell phone to cell phone type email, and also - if you are on the same carrier as the other person - c-mail; like SMS in the US. For the past two days, I attempted to contact the friend-boy in both these manners. And tried to call.

I received an "account has been disabled" message.

So, here are the possible reasons for such:

1. He was short on cash and did not pay his bill.
2. He changed his carrier / number / phone email - and did not tell me.
3. He has blocked me, and only me!

How possible are these reasons?

Reason 2 - highly unlikely. He works freelance and it would be a matter of inconvenience to change all his contact information as he would have to notify about 100 contacts.

Reason 1 - possible. He just returned from an out of the country trip and had spent quite a bit.

Reason 3 - probable. I am of defeatist personality and assume the worst. But hey, that's just me!

HMV Shibuya to Close!

While the purchase of overpriced music in Japan is still much alive, physical forms such as CDs are dropping for more intangible forms such as itune and keitai downloads. This is causing the August closure of the huge HMV flagship store in Shibuya.

I do not purchase many CDs...or physical distribution items of music, as some marketing firms might say. I do not like the space they take up, and when I move from place to place, I would either have to lug them along - or give them up....

Also, while they are not so expensive in the US (about $12-14), in Japan, a CD can easily cost $29-35.

Still, I like to go look at CDs....note the cover work, spot artists I have not seen before, mock the displays for singers I dislike (*cough* miley cyrus...tween skank).

But more than this, I have a sentimental attachment to this HMV store. It was one of the places I went with my friend-boy on our first meeting. After the initial meet at Hachiko (very cliched, I know, but cliches are often based on usefulness!), we had lunch at an Indian restaurant, then went to HMV. I wanted to get the new Sade CD (Whoo hoo! First album in 10 years! Soldier of Love....but I digress) so he suggested this store.

We wandered the aisles, and upon spotting the appropriate section, he told me how much he likes The Ramones. (This I would have known anyway for his slightly hunched posture, clothing choices, and haircut!) Nay, he proclaimed them g-ds!

I must take a moment of silence....*sigh*