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Maybe this is just some bullshit faux realization, but I think part of the reason I fall into funks (of the mood, not the body) so often and so consistently is that I have super high expectations of everyone else, but have consistently set the bar pretty low for myself. So, as part of my “2011, I’m gonna rock your world” campaign, I just signed up for a month of unlimited yoga classes via Groupon, and I’m going to try to go a lot. Ok, at least two times a week. Maybe this will be the start of a calmer, more centered Shaunasaurus? Although my mantra is still gonna be the same: “I have come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass, and I’m all out of bubble gum.”
I’ll be lazy and copy-and-paste this comment I left on a feminist site I read:
I am really impressed with Fresh Direct today. I have never used their services, partially because I have been the subject of constant street harassment from one (or more) of the guys who loads their trucks at a loading point near my job, so I could not feel comfortable letting one of their workers into my home. I finally got tired of being yelled at (literally) by some asshole, so I wrote their customer service this morning.
I got an email from one for their directors about an hour later, giving me his cell phone number. I called him and he was really great–totally supportive and he promised to come out to the site today and tomorrow morning to speak to all of the workers and let them know that this behavior is unacceptable and if he finds out they have been harassing again the offending party will be fired. A cash incentive is being offered to the workers so that they will report any instances of sexual harassment. He also told me to save his cell phone no. so I could call him if anything happens again.
It was so reassuring to get a positive response, especially when people are usually dubious of street harassment claims, that I have to let people know that Fresh Direct is a company that cares–or at least the director I spoke to does.
I am 28 fucking years old and I still haven’t learned that, apart from actually putting in work, the most important rule of writing is saving your document!!!
R.I.P. Document 1. I wish I had saved you when I had the chance instead of thinking Ooo, let me just finish this sentence, I’m on a roll. And then watching the screen flash and all my work disappear. Good times!
Sometimes it’s fun to pretend that your celebrity imaginary best friend has written something specifically geared toward you, so I’m going to pretend Neil Gaiman’s New Year salutation was just for me:
[ed.: My dearest Shaunsaurus,] May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. [ed.: Love, Neil]
Now I have even more incentive to get some serious writing done. Thanks, Neil!