Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Sweet In the Morning


Sweet In the Morning
Big Shout Out to Rue for her Photo Exhibit at Lincoln Center. One day I'm gonna stay in her guest house and shag her cabana boy...www.caruchalmeuse.com (yes, i put her on blast, buy a print, you know you wanna).

Well, wasn't today a a day? What did YOU do today? I dismissed an employee, debugged two computers, installed antivirus stuff on them (not norton or mcafee, i hate them both with a purple passion, this program out of ...oz or something).

Then i came home, sneezed around a bit, took a nap, woke up, worked on the house. I don't think I talked to anyone much after the dismissal. I'd been wondering if I would do it today as it was storming (Tornado weather apparently) and I don't go outside in those conditions. Plus, I wasn't sure if I had it in me, then I recalled other dismissals I've done. There have been some pretty amazing (as in, I remain amazed that I actually did it) ones. No details will be given, but suffice to say I endeavor to empower the person walking away from the organization so that they feel they are getting the better end of the deal.

In all honesty, the ending of something almost always is an opportunity to begin something else, something better even, if only we open ourselves to it. I remember when I got fired. I was sitting in bed, post-operative, druggled, scared witless by a big disease with a big name and I got the hatchet. I also got mad as hell. I was not too bothered by being fired, I saw that coming from the day I started working, but they hadn't sent a card or flowers and there I was struggling for my life. And when I looked at the broader situation i.e. the fact that I was struggling for my life, I decided I would focus on living my best life with my big ole disease and fuck the dumb - which included the job and a lot of other things. It was the start to a fantastic year. Sure, I was patchy in terms of health, but i read about 20 books a week, watched double features at an old-timey theatre near my house all the time, met new friends online and saw spaces and places I hadn't had time or energy for before. I dated - a Lot. I developed crushes on completely inappropriate people, saw performances by some of my favorite artists, traveled all the time and enjoyed my little garden apartment in San Francisco.

I spent uninterrupted weeks and months with my friends around the country and my family. It was magical.

I don't disclose all that to people who I'm letting go. But I talk to them, talk with them and listen to them until they can start to see those glimmers - the things they can do when they walk out of the door and not be tied to the phones, the desk, the team...as Dr. Seuss said "All the Places You Will Go." If I can get to the point where the other person says, "You know, I think this is for the best because I just have so much other stuff to be concerned with and it's really been hard for me to even pay attention..." then I've met goal. And the dream begins.

The funny thing is they always come back to share their happiness and success and to see the team. They don't want to see me, I mean, nevermind the pep talks, I'm still the a-hole who gave them the axe. Shit's personal. But they want to see their former coworkers, show off their new clothes, new hair whatever. They want that validation and closure.

What does this have to do with friends? Not a damn thing directlin', but I suppose I could do a quick tie-in: friends are the glue that hold us together when we're falling apart. And when you lose your job, spouse, life-as-you-knew it - friends are what hold it together, give you perspective, voodoo dolls and anything else you need to get through the dark times.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

The Family that Hooks Together...

Family is a strange, strange animal. We've all heard the adage that you can't choose the blood, but you at least get a little freedom with friends. As with everything, I am a mixture of amused and repulsed by the story that follows:

"I've been away from home for years. I have one connection to the place, my best friend from high school. The other day she called and was like "Girl, I was in the hair store and you will never believe who I saw!" So I guessed some cute guy from high school. And she's laughing and saying "no, your big sister! Anyway, I talked to her and she said you guys had a falling out a few months ago but for me to tell you she loves you."

Mrs. Carnegie...a FALLING OUT? That doesn't quite cover what happened between us. I hadn't spoken to the girl in years and she found me via email. We chat, I'm happy to hear from my sister and then she lowers the whammy on me. She pregnant and she wants me to take the baby she's going to have. This I consider for a very short period of time - I know my sister is on drugs, involved in lifestyle choices I can't support. WE have different mothers and very, very different upbringings. After asking me to take the baby, which she didn't take too hard when i said no, she started telling me how she had to have this one because she'd already had seven abortions since the last baby (who was five) and she was superstitious, but really didn't know what she would do with the one on the way."

That isn't really when we stopped talking, though. It was when she asked me to watch her daughter after the new baby was born so she could go out to Nevada and work in the brothels. I can't judge on hooking, for some it seems a viable career choice. But my sister? And she wants me to watch her kids while she hotfoots it out to Nevada for the legal action. Well, I refused, but I guess someone else took on the kids because a few months later she was calling again to borrow money, again, saying she didn't meet the success she'd hoped for because - get this - apparently the johns didn't like her baby fat! So we argue about money - as in why won't I give her some - and I suggest, mildly, that she consider kicking her heroin-addicted-cheerleader-turned-pimp mother out of the apartment so her elder child can sleep on the bed. Yep, mommy dearest is a pimp out on parole for cutting a "trick" and living with my sister and her two daughters. Is she a recovered heroin addict? She can't even make it through two weeks of rehab without a fix and it's been this way for 30 years!

So far in the equation we have a mother who is a pimp, a daughter who is a prostitute and two toddlers. Is this not a recipe for disaster? The closer aunts and uncles have tried to take the kids on several occasions, as has the state, but they leave the state whenever the grapevine says someone is coming. I don't ask for advice, I don't even know where my sister is beyond a general geographical region, but that is my holiday story. My sister sends her love via my friend during a chance meeting at the hair store.