My perpetually late werewolf story is going to be done TODAY. I have been plowing through it this morning and will continue to do so. Because it needs finish. And the editor needs it like forever ago.
Bristol: still don't know. Trying not to obsess (as opposed to what I've been doing for weeks?)
Patty has a cold.
Nothing sucks more than finding out about a conference stuff I'm working on would be perfect four 5 days after the abstract deadline.
‘Whitening’ the Résumé. I've heard about this before from friends, and I've even been told to use Rachel on my own resume lest my own unusual name trigger racist assumptions. Even so, the article is still shocking to me and a really clear sort of look at "here's one result of systemic racism."
The IAF auction is almost over. It ends tomorrow, in fact. There's some gorgeous stuff bid now It all benefits the Interstitial Arts Foundation, which supports the type of art many of you reading about this care about.
You know what I like? When my Amazon ranking has only three digits!
New upstairs neighbors. I'll be frank, they sound like the sort of very straight and normal 20-something women that intimidate me.
Yesterday was filled with Costco related aggravation in which I at first could not join because I don't have a driver's license and then was told over and over my passport would be acceptable if it was a "New York State" one. I had to explain, OVER AND OVER again that passports are not issued by the state, but by the federal government, and then come home in a snow/sleet-storm to get various proofs of address. I was finally able to join (and hey, they're gluten-free chicken basil meatballs are amazing) and had another irritating conversation with them about a household card for Patty ("do we have to prove domestic partnership or just her address?" "what do you mean?" "the form says close family, we are gay, do you need a domestic partnership certificate? or just proof that we live in the same house?" all of which somehow lead us back to this idea of New York State Passports).
I have a diver's license (17 year old angst!face!), a student card, my military service ID (I was blonde!) and my Ministry of the Interior issued ID that I had to get when I was 16 (and boy was that a bad hair day) - it's a law to have a form of ID on our person at all times.
It's only when I read posts like this that I realise that it's odd to carry my "papers" every where, to present them to security guards when they don't like the way I look (which they usually don't, my politics are worn on my sleeve, or around my neck, or on my bag).
State passports, now that's a comedy of errors waiting to happen!
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Date: 2009-12-06 08:08 pm (UTC)I have a diver's license (17 year old angst!face!), a student card, my military service ID (I was blonde!) and my Ministry of the Interior issued ID that I had to get when I was 16 (and boy was that a bad hair day) - it's a law to have a form of ID on our person at all times.
It's only when I read posts like this that I realise that it's odd to carry my "papers" every where, to present them to security guards when they don't like the way I look (which they usually don't, my politics are worn on my sleeve, or around my neck, or on my bag).
State passports, now that's a comedy of errors waiting to happen!