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I overslept. A lot. That whore Ruby called me at 6:30 to ask if I was on my way, then hung up on me. I hate her. No one was waiting when I got here (6:45), so at least I didn't have to excuse myself (there is no excuse).
I am so tired. I'm really looking forward to my day off. I would have Friday off too, but I offered to work Holly's shift at Virginia square from 9-1:30, in exchange for being able to go home a little earlier during the week. It works out, because Kristen's working at the Body Shop from 10-1.
1. Azah.
Azah volunteered to plan our bachelorette party. I said "Great! Go for it!" And then she proceeded to call and email every day and kept asking me for all these inane details and I got so fucking sick of it that on Monday, after having worked from 6:00 a.m. until 8:30 p.m., I snapped at her. I told her I was tired and cranky and didn't want to talk. Then I called my mommy and tattled on her. And my mom called Azah and told her to knock it off, and that the party wasn't important, and that we'd be just as happy just hanging out. It turns out she'd been bugging my brother too, and he was just as fed up with her as I was. Today she sent me this long email, in which she detailed every little thing she's doing in DC. I just don't care. The long and short of it is that there will be no bachelorette party.
2. Karen.
I already whined about this in four different wedding communities, but I'll fucking whine about it here too. Karen's not invited to the wedding. I'm not all that close with her (hell, she works in a different county and I only really see her at meetings). Also, she has said some pretty shitty things about how I should keep quiet about The Gay because "no one wants to hear it." I'm sorry, but all the members know that I'm getting married. A large percentage of them know about The Gay. I'm not going to fucking lie to them. Every now and then I'll lie by omission, if I don't have the energy to have a Nasty Talk with someone I know is going to make a scene, but if someone asks me what my fiancee's name is, I tell them. I've only had one person get really shitty about it. These are grown women, and if their heads explode it isn't my fault.
So Karen told me not to talk about it. Fuck that. And then she kept calling and asking if she'd be getting an invitation. I always evasively said "Well, it's a really small wedding, since we're doing the whole thing ourselves. Only some close friends and family are invited," which any sane person would take to mean "No, you are not invited." But instead she heard "Yes, Karen, of course you're invited!"
Yesterday Karen called Jen (who is the only person I work with who is invited... and everyone else knows that and is totally fine with it) and asked her if she (Karen) should have gotten an invitation by now. Asking me was rude, but asking someone else is just plain disgusting. Karen asked Jen to somehow sneakily find out from me exactly who was on the guest list. Jen, of course, called me and reported the whole thing.
Then I had this whole crisis in which I wanted to call Karen and yell at her, but I also felt really guilty because she obviously wanted to come. I posted on Yahoo Answers and got some stellar responses in the vein of "You should invite her. Bosses always give great cash gifts." I don't give a shit about the gifts. I don't want anyone at my wedding who isn't totally supportive. Before I could figure out what to say or not say to Karen, she called Jen back to ask for a report, and Jen handled the whole thing by telling Karen "well, it's a really small wedding, since they're doing the whole thing themselves. Only some close friends and family are invited," which is exactly what I'd been telling her for months. Her response blows my mind:
"That's too bad. I was really looking forward to going to an alternative wedding. I thought it would be so much fun!"
Wow. I'm sorry, but you don't get to come to my wedding because you think it'll be "fun." You don't get to go and brag to all your friends about how you're soooo cooooooool because you went to a lesbian wedding. You don't get to stare at us like we're circus freaks. You aren't allowed to call our wedding "alternative." If you think it's "alternative" we don't want you there.
Cocksucker.
Last night technodyke interviewed me and it was really thought-provoking and completely exhausting. I felt bad that I didn't have well-constructed answers at the ready, but I think I was really honest, which is all I can offer. It gave me a lot to think about, mostly about working in a [relatively] fat-positive corner of an incredibly fat-phobic industry. There's such a difference between the sales pitch that I do here and what it's really like. When I'm doing the pitch, I don't even think. The whole thing is automatic for me at this point and it works. technodyke called me a masochist. I don't know how to take that.
I am so tired. I'm really looking forward to my day off. I would have Friday off too, but I offered to work Holly's shift at Virginia square from 9-1:30, in exchange for being able to go home a little earlier during the week. It works out, because Kristen's working at the Body Shop from 10-1.
1. Azah.
Azah volunteered to plan our bachelorette party. I said "Great! Go for it!" And then she proceeded to call and email every day and kept asking me for all these inane details and I got so fucking sick of it that on Monday, after having worked from 6:00 a.m. until 8:30 p.m., I snapped at her. I told her I was tired and cranky and didn't want to talk. Then I called my mommy and tattled on her. And my mom called Azah and told her to knock it off, and that the party wasn't important, and that we'd be just as happy just hanging out. It turns out she'd been bugging my brother too, and he was just as fed up with her as I was. Today she sent me this long email, in which she detailed every little thing she's doing in DC. I just don't care. The long and short of it is that there will be no bachelorette party.
2. Karen.
I already whined about this in four different wedding communities, but I'll fucking whine about it here too. Karen's not invited to the wedding. I'm not all that close with her (hell, she works in a different county and I only really see her at meetings). Also, she has said some pretty shitty things about how I should keep quiet about The Gay because "no one wants to hear it." I'm sorry, but all the members know that I'm getting married. A large percentage of them know about The Gay. I'm not going to fucking lie to them. Every now and then I'll lie by omission, if I don't have the energy to have a Nasty Talk with someone I know is going to make a scene, but if someone asks me what my fiancee's name is, I tell them. I've only had one person get really shitty about it. These are grown women, and if their heads explode it isn't my fault.
So Karen told me not to talk about it. Fuck that. And then she kept calling and asking if she'd be getting an invitation. I always evasively said "Well, it's a really small wedding, since we're doing the whole thing ourselves. Only some close friends and family are invited," which any sane person would take to mean "No, you are not invited." But instead she heard "Yes, Karen, of course you're invited!"
Yesterday Karen called Jen (who is the only person I work with who is invited... and everyone else knows that and is totally fine with it) and asked her if she (Karen) should have gotten an invitation by now. Asking me was rude, but asking someone else is just plain disgusting. Karen asked Jen to somehow sneakily find out from me exactly who was on the guest list. Jen, of course, called me and reported the whole thing.
Then I had this whole crisis in which I wanted to call Karen and yell at her, but I also felt really guilty because she obviously wanted to come. I posted on Yahoo Answers and got some stellar responses in the vein of "You should invite her. Bosses always give great cash gifts." I don't give a shit about the gifts. I don't want anyone at my wedding who isn't totally supportive. Before I could figure out what to say or not say to Karen, she called Jen back to ask for a report, and Jen handled the whole thing by telling Karen "well, it's a really small wedding, since they're doing the whole thing themselves. Only some close friends and family are invited," which is exactly what I'd been telling her for months. Her response blows my mind:
"That's too bad. I was really looking forward to going to an alternative wedding. I thought it would be so much fun!"
Wow. I'm sorry, but you don't get to come to my wedding because you think it'll be "fun." You don't get to go and brag to all your friends about how you're soooo cooooooool because you went to a lesbian wedding. You don't get to stare at us like we're circus freaks. You aren't allowed to call our wedding "alternative." If you think it's "alternative" we don't want you there.
Cocksucker.
Last night technodyke interviewed me and it was really thought-provoking and completely exhausting. I felt bad that I didn't have well-constructed answers at the ready, but I think I was really honest, which is all I can offer. It gave me a lot to think about, mostly about working in a [relatively] fat-positive corner of an incredibly fat-phobic industry. There's such a difference between the sales pitch that I do here and what it's really like. When I'm doing the pitch, I don't even think. The whole thing is automatic for me at this point and it works. technodyke called me a masochist. I don't know how to take that.