always put your best foot forward, so here's the good news first. jan made it out last night and we went to the hollywood bowl together to catch celia cruz, the queen of latin jazz. celia was nothing short of amazing, especially for a woman pushing 80. she was strong and passionate from beginning to the end of her set. too bad that i can't 1) understand any of the stuff she was singing and 2) swish my hips or move my feet like the sexy as hell dancer in yellow that she brought on stage. seeing her dance alone almost makes up for the lack of between-the-sheets action i've had over the past few months.
can you feel the impending 'but'? the bad news is that my company, which has been in financial straits for the past few years, has laid off five people, two of which happen to be amongst my favorite folks to work with. so goodbye kelli and tim, i'll miss you guys a lot. appraisals of the festive mood right now in cubicle land are right up their with mortuary and hospice. i suppose i should feel relieved that i am still employed and that my position is pretty much untouchable. and that jables, brad and miss jane are still around with to swap laughs and wine with. but its still pretty rotten to have to walk kelli out of the building and see her climb into her car on the verge of tears. and the fact that my work load is going to increase exponentially isn't all thogether comforting either. some of the things that have been proposed to boost revenue seem rather fucking stupid, if you'll pardon my french, especially since new endeavors like these seldom turn a profit for the first two or three years that follow inception. from the perspective of my position, we're supposed to go after similar entertainment industry organizations that might need professional lobbying expertise.
in the news, in las vegas of all places, a law has just been passed regulating lap dances and contact patrons can have with dancers in adult entertainment establishments. the new law bans the time honored tradition of stuffing dollars into g-strings and says that a dancer may not allow her foot to come into contact with a patron's crotch. i wonder if the club owners in las vegas would be interested in hiring me and my boss to go to war for them?
boy do i feel shitty.
can you feel the impending 'but'? the bad news is that my company, which has been in financial straits for the past few years, has laid off five people, two of which happen to be amongst my favorite folks to work with. so goodbye kelli and tim, i'll miss you guys a lot. appraisals of the festive mood right now in cubicle land are right up their with mortuary and hospice. i suppose i should feel relieved that i am still employed and that my position is pretty much untouchable. and that jables, brad and miss jane are still around with to swap laughs and wine with. but its still pretty rotten to have to walk kelli out of the building and see her climb into her car on the verge of tears. and the fact that my work load is going to increase exponentially isn't all thogether comforting either. some of the things that have been proposed to boost revenue seem rather fucking stupid, if you'll pardon my french, especially since new endeavors like these seldom turn a profit for the first two or three years that follow inception. from the perspective of my position, we're supposed to go after similar entertainment industry organizations that might need professional lobbying expertise.
in the news, in las vegas of all places, a law has just been passed regulating lap dances and contact patrons can have with dancers in adult entertainment establishments. the new law bans the time honored tradition of stuffing dollars into g-strings and says that a dancer may not allow her foot to come into contact with a patron's crotch. i wonder if the club owners in las vegas would be interested in hiring me and my boss to go to war for them?
boy do i feel shitty.
