Thursday, December 30, 2010

Eve

This last month has been really hectic for me, what with long hours of work and getting ready for surgery.

Last night on the Eve of my surgery I went to a Koren bath house. Very new experience for me. It wasn't all the nakedness, just that it was all one race. Yes I was the only brown girl in the place.

I had booked a scrub and a massage. I knew going in the scrub would hurt but I was not prepared. They used this gloves that have ruff sides to them. Being vigorously scrubbed but these things took 'Beauty is Pain' to a whole new level. At points I could have screamed. Seeing all the dead skin they took of was some reward. Being able to endure it took some deep breathing and closed eyes.

After that I was slathered in baby oil and given a great massage. I was given no sympathy in the mention of the hot towels being too hot. She just laughed, "Oh too hot too hot," and patted me on the shoulder and went on with her work.

The table I was on was covered in a thick clear plastic. At the baby oil point I felt like I had to hold on to the sides so as not to slip off. Every nook and cranny had been scrubbed and then oiled. I can say my skin has never felt this soft in years. It did help me take my mind off my worries. Post Script, small breasts can sag, which I didn't know. Awkward moment, having my masseuse try to give me a friendly hug when she is in a bra and underwear and I am stark naked.

I don't know if I can handle the scrub again. It did hurt. What ever you are doing this week, try one new thing.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Work

It has been hard to start a new job these last few weeks. In side my head I thought I was alright, but my body told me I was stressed.

Its true I have not been on my feet in years and it has been taxing. Working with all women is difficult as well. It is so much easier to work with men. You can say what you mean and be blunt without some one crying. I have not sent any women to tears, I just know what would set them off. I make sure not to go there.

I can not mention where I am working, it is just for the holiday's. You can guess. The holiday music is driving me nuts and I know when I have a head ache since I can still hear it, even at my home. In the mean time I take my i pod with me and on breaks and lunch I can drowned out the music with my own.

The dogs are still being well cared for and my chickens are fine as well. That makes me happy and they all miss me when I am gone. Its so weird to see them so happy, like I have been gone for weeks.

Since it is such a short time I will be working, it helps to know it won't be for long. With my feet being so sore all the time, I have to know that its not forever, or even for two months.

With all this whining I have to say, I am grateful to have a job right now and to help out with buying things I need and the house needs and maybe even a few extras. There are some things I need for my car and I can pay for it now. That's the point of working after all.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Films

Seeing every new movie is not something I try to do. There are a lot of really bad films that get made.

In a change of pace I saw a film over the weekend at the movie house. It was a cute film, but what struck me was that is was a depression era film. For the film buffs out there you will know what I mean. It was like a Judy Garland film where they are going to lose the lease to the theater and they all pull together and at the 11th hour some one steppes in with the money and saves the day. Either that or they put on a performance and a hold a back sale.

This film also keeps the dream of leaving a small town for the bright lights and big city, for fame and money. Wow I didn't think we needed a new generation to be trained like that. In the 30's a lot of girls that were fresh of the farm didn't have good hygiene. The wardrobe department ladies had to teach them to bathe more and clean up, quite literally. It was not fun for them and many of these girls were more than extras.

What are we being told? Move to Hollywood and all your dreams will come true? Really? Did we all forget the casting couch? Its amazing they are using this formula. Then again another film that won wide acclaim re-enforced the idea that rich white women (or men) are the only ones that can help poor blacks or other minorities.

That one is scary since other ethnic groups have long ago learned to take care of themselves. There are more and more agencies set up for this type of thing, not to mention the ethnic groups other than white are no longer a minority. For some reason only a rich white woman can save the day. Again, really??

Take these films as you will, I think I will read a good book.