“Plant your feet, look the other guy in the eye and tell the truth.” —- James Cagney
“Plant your feet, look the other guy in the eye and tell the truth.” —- James Cagney
Watching The Deuce on HBO I can’t help thinking its a grown up version of Risky Business. James Franco is the perfect foil to the young, naïve goody two-shoes Tom Cruise. They both have captivating boyish smiles but there is so much more behind James Franco’s character, Vincent. While living and working amongst vice and greed, pimps, prostitutes and thugs, he manages to maintain his integrity and treats everyone with respect.
Maggie Gyllenhaal is certainly risky with her character, Candy. She bares all. No fake pumped up boobs here, they’re small and real. She takes some ugly pounding to tell the story of a hooker losing her youth and heartsick at what her life has become.
They are both incredibly good actors.
Today’s prompt is ‘risky’ and that’s what popped into my head last night watching The Deuce, “This is an adult ‘Risky Business’!”.
The second thing that popped into my head before I could even get the first pop written, was that wave of anxiety I get when I think quitting my job and living off of OAP. It’s risky but I’m doing it anyway. Worse comes to worse, I could go back; that would be ‘worst’. Maybe find summer work closer to home. with no polyester pants or stupid hat.
I hope I can get by on what I receive from the government. It’s risky but its a great relief to think I don’t have to drive in bad winter weather to clean the bakery at night. I won’t have to leave my cozy warm home, put on that horribly uncomfortable uniform, drive out to those fluorescent lights and mind-numbing music, clean stacks of trays and scrub the floors. Of course they are going to miss me…. they will have to do more closing shifts themselves!
A number of people have told me I will get bored and go back. HA! I can’t imagine having nothing better to do than be there. That’s just sad.
But, money aside, it is better than being a prostitute, although being a prostitute is riskier.
Yesterday I stuck my neck out and said I would post photos of the wedding and me with my co-workers. Me and my big mouth [keyboard]. But it serves a dual purpose as my e-mail would not send photos last night; they would go in the ‘Outbox’ and not send when prompted. I tried again this morning and now it won’t send anything at all! Damn computers.
I am not photogenic. I really hope that’s true.
You can probably guess which one is me; the baker is the bride, my co-worker is the maid of honour and the guy is my boss.
I really love this photo of the Bride with her four kids.
My boss was my date; I asked him because we both didn’t have dates. So I was a little disappointed when he wanted to leave before the dancing started. He ate a mountain of food then wanted to leave. It was a barn-theme wedding, very pretty but it was rainy and cool so very chilly.
oh yeah, the link to how I got my jacket back;
I have to work today; 10:00 to 4:00 but I’ll bet I can leave at 3:00. Hope so. I already can’t wait to get home.
Well, it’s finally happening…. I’m going somewhere! I’m getting dressed up as in wearing a dress and stockings. I’m going to a co-workers wedding today and my boss is my date. We’re meeting at the store.
I was very fortunate that my nephew’s wife lent me a great dress; not a goofy dress I wouldn’t wear but a cool funky dress. That was a great relief as I only had to buy stockings and a bra. The dress is made for cleavage so I guess I’m supposed to wear one of those bras that push your boobs up but instead I looked for one that came up high to hide my cleavage. Old lady cleavage is gross.
This was a good excuse to buy some boot/shoes I’ve wanted for a long time. They are even comfortable which is why I bought them. And red stockings, well, burgundy.
Got my cream-coloured biker jacket back from the girl who stole it. My other co-worker, who’s the matron of honour, will tell everyone the story of how I “ripped it off her back at the deli”. Her version makes me sound tough….. I like it.
Well, this is it…. no more procrastination. I have some things to do before getting ready. I’m feeling a little anxiety because I so rarely do anything social but that’s a good thing. Step out of my comfort zone and all that.
Well, I’m really going now…… I’ll post photos tomorrow along with the link to the story of how I got my jacket back.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “well.” Use it any way you like. Have fun!
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything: the prompts have been too much of a stretch and I’ve been busy in between working. Some of its good busy, like having a new bathtub put in last week and going to my niece’s for Thanksgiving on Saturday.
I worked Sunday and Monday of the long weekend. Tuesday I went to The City to shop because I’m going to a wedding on Saturday. Luckily, my nephew’s wife lent me a great dress but I needed stockings and really wanted to buy some shoes now that I have a good excuse.
Yes, money has been pouring out of my savings account giving me waves of anxiety followed by hot flashes but I remind myself that’s what I’ve been saving for and I’m OK, I’m OK.
Work has been steady as two girls have left us so I’ve been getting 4 shifts a week, which is good, I need the money but I’m getting frazzled. I haven’t had a day to just stay home and relax in a couple of weeks.
To make things worse, they had on country music at work last night which is torture if you don’t like it. And I really don’t like it.
I read this then I’m a little embarrassed…… oh poor me.
So many people have lost everything and have nowhere to go to get shelter, water or food. Here at home so many people are leading “quiet lives of desperation”. I complain my life is dull and uneventful but compared to others its peaceful and stress-free. I realize how lucky I am for my life to be so uneventful.
I saw Oprah on Ellen and she said something along those lines but she says it better. She said that our ordinary lives are our best lives. Everyone, everywhere in the world, just wants to go home at the end of the day, eat a good meal, live in peace, not be sick…… ordinary life. That’s something we are fortunate to have.
So, everyone, I wish you a peaceful, ordinary life!
This is my dream come true;
Now when I’m working at night, scrubbing those floors, I remember my new tub and it makes it all worthwhile.
I promise I’ll never complain again.
Not to brag but I’m the most popular at work right now. Luckily the prompt gave me a lead-in to my post.
I complain a lot about work. That’s part of why I write a blog: I live alone and have no one to complain to so I write down my complaints and you can read it or not. If you follow my complaints you’ll know I get called in for a lot of extra shifts because of unreliable young people.
It makes me grouchy. Last week I had Thursday and Friday NIGHTs thrown in then they called me Thursday morning to come in even earlier. By Friday I was in a bad mood and told them, with my finger pointing, not to call me Saturday.
I wrote in Stream of Consciousness Saturday how absolutely ready I am to retire.
Later in the afternoon the phone rang: it was Sobeys. My co-worker said, in a sickly sweet; “helloooo”.
I said “WHAT?”.
She said, “We just called to tell you we love you!” My boss was calling ‘hello’ and laughing in the background.
Wasn’t that nice? Let me tell you, it felt good.
Do I want to retire? Hell, yes! I’ve paid my dues.
Well, actually I haven’t paid a lot of dues in the way of taxes but then I won’t be drawing any great dues, either. Enough to quit this job, though.
My only shifts now are ‘closing’ the bakery which means cleaning the bakery. It’s hard work. I get called in for extra shifts all the time because of our unreliable young people. I’m not saying all young people are unreliable but ours are.
There is an older lady (my age) with us now (she will be reliable) who used oversee all Sobey’s bakeries in Southwest Ontario. She retired this year then a few months later asked my boss if she could come and work with us a couple of days a week. She told me, “Retirement isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I got bored.”
Oh, please let that happen to me. Imagine having nothing to do? Then imagine “so I’ll work at Sobeys?” I can’t. I can’t imagine it.
In her defense, she was working full time her whole life and hasn’t learned to do anything else with her days. Not the case with me….. working at a job just takes up my time.
Of course, she will never have to do the closing shift. She’s paid her dues to Sobeys.
I’m glad it’s been hard lately because it’s helped me confirm that I’m not staying on ‘a couple of days a week’. I’m not driving in the winter and closing the bakery. They cannot call me because 1 of 3 called in. Sure, I can say ‘no’ but then I feel bad for who ever is stuck. Either way it puts me in a bad mood.
I can hardly do this anymore: I’m so sick of it. I’ve paid my dues….. I’m almost 65 and I have lots of better things to do.
“Sew buttons on your underwear!”
This is the correct response when someone answers with “So?”
We used to respond with “So there.” but my ex-husband taught me what they say in Wisconsin. He learned it from his Mom.
(I looked up the meaning; In the Depression people were very poor. When the elastic wore out on their underwear, they would sew a button on it and fold it over.)
This will confound any speaker and guarantee you getting in the last word.
Today I want to dedicate this post to my sister. It’s her birthday today and she’s ‘down east’ on a tour….. last I heard she was on Prince Edward Island.
When my marriage ended, I also lost my home and my job. She took me in and helped me get back on my feet. I don’t know what I would have done without her. She still is very supportive and always has my back. Even though we are 64 and 69, she will always be my big sister.
Happy Birthday, Sis!
How many of us are going to write how frigging HOT it is now? This is Canada! This is supposed to be autumn!
I’m pissed off. I was supposed to work 4:00 to 9:00 today and tomorrow. Tonight is a stag and doe for a co-worker and its on my way home from work so I thought “at least that will make me go. I can grab a nap before work and I don’t have to get up early.”
Yesterday my boss phoned and said the new (lazy) girl has a bad back and can’t work all weekend would I work noon to 8:00 both days. Of course I will but I’m pissed off. By the end of that shift I will just want to go home.
And it’s hot out. Stinking awful hot. Too hot to take my break in my car so I’ll have to sit in that freezing cold lunchroom with the music and announcements and people talking over that.
Not only that, I woke up before 6:00 a.m. and couldn’t get back to sleep. There will be no nap. I’ll drive to work in my hot car (no air-conditioning), get a sweaty crotch from my polyester pants and walk into a freezing cold store. At least the bakery will be just right.
I wanted to talk about my visitor who talked, solid for two days. And I had another run-in with the thief who stole from me. But I’m too hot under the collar to write about that now. I’ll have lots of days off next week….. I hope.