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Elite Daily had a fascinating read, as usual. This one is about you and the evil aspects of your Zodiac sign.

Mine is as follows. But after you judge me, don’t you want to know your evil score? Check it out…and also watch Barbies have s*x as your sign (tres interesting):

Aquarius – Cold calculating elitists.

An aquarius is not one to be f*cked with. Generally they are very detached and you might actually be able to avoid meeting one, since they aren’t all that interested in what other people are doing. But on the evil side, they can be tactless, self-absorbed and erratic.

They will run from problems and deny their mistakes, but they’ll never let you do the same. They’ll remember your mistakes forever, and even after you’ve apologized they’ll remind you of them years afterward.

Evil Scale: 6.0

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For all of the opinions I’ve had in business, and there have been many many many across industries, I’ve been taught to be quiet and, statistically, by male leaders. Especially if I had a different opinion than the CEO.

After this happens a few times, I stop saying anything. I watch destruction. I don’t care.

It’s not that I’m always right, but I know certain things very well. Things that I don’t know, I research extensively. When sharing my thoughts, if someone isn’t receptive, I refrain. I retain my knowledge and save it for another company, another cause.

I have a file of every business decision I’ve made as a superior and every that I’ve offered as a subordinate. In retrospect, there is a lot of #winning material and some that is just crap. But the difference is, as a superior, I was trusted and given free reign to execute; as a subordinate, I had many ideas dismissed but later implemented by others without credit or acknowledgement. That is the stopping point.

You can have my silence. You can sit and wonder in the presence of my silence. Forever.

I will keep my ideas.

Always Thinking. Not for you.

phobia

From the Grammar Diva who has a fondness for phobias, here are some entertaining ones that may ruin your social season.

FEAR OF…

Alcohol – methyphobia [Understandable, just don’t hang out with me.]

Anything New – neophobia [Change is always hard.]

Church – ecclesiophobia [The structure will not hurt you unless it collapses on you.]

Cooking  – mageirocophobia [New York-area people: What is cooking?]

Dolls – pediophobia [Oh, so true. If you didn’t watch the ventriloquist or mannequin episodes of The Twilight Zone, check out this book I loved as a child that my mother just got out of her storage unit. Disturbed would be a mild reaction. WTF are adults in charge of childhood entertainment doing? And furthermore, why did I like this damn book?)

Eating – phagophobia [Another excuse for anorexia.]

Holy things – hagiophobia [A friend went home with a guy who had shrines/ relics to the Holy Lord everywhere. How can you Marvin Gaye and Get It On with that staring at you? #sinners]

Home – ecophobia [I get it if you only had terrible memories.] I am still very much a “home is where the heart is” and, like, my family is EVERYTHING. My own home is EVEN BETTER. I’m a homebody?

Ice or Frost – pagophobia [I have a medical condition and totally relate.]

Kissing – philemaphobia [TRAGIC. Completely TRAGIC.]

Laughter – geliophobia [Again, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?]

Light – photophobia [Most people I know are opposite. Does that mean we’re optimistic?]

Memories – mnemophobia [We all have bad ones…]

Religion – theophobia [no need to be afraid unless it’s corrupting your life. I mean, we live in a free world where you do not have to believe in anything.]

 

My current truth.

Lyrics here for reference.

Thanks @nicki_lo for introducing me to all of @sarabareillesI would have forgotten the music of that night if you didn’t cover this song like a boss. Ed. update: And was reminded how much I love you singing this song when you did a late night cover 11/6/16.

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I picked up my clean and perfectly folded laundry this evening from “panty-man” (my name for Felix) and he informed me that he packaged my belongings in a new bag because mine (my Kent School laundry bag) was “falling apart,” and “Gia, no charge but that one is just…done; it’s not working out for you.”

But I don’t use other bags! Every other laundry bag I’ve bought is terrible and could be called a “dumb-bag,” so I rely on my Kent one.

I’ve already had to retire my Camp Seafarer laundry bag (reserved for whites) because it really did have too many holes to function. Rock it, North Carolina.

While not emotionally attached to anything made out of material, I realized these bags happen to be the best and have lasted decades. Other laundry bags have just not been good to me. They are too long; I am too short. I do not like synthetic blends, the list goes on, etc.

(BTW, I recently saw a Kent laundry bag in my BFF’s apt. I am not the only one who still relies on it, and therefore feel OK admitting this.)

I think my issue with panty-man Felix is “Why didn’t you ask before replacing it?” But to him it was a matter of, “Darling, I’m doing you—and your devoted team here—a favor. We cannot work like this.”

Well, I cannot carry some no-name bag that has no functionality. It’s my Kent laundry bag and is still the sturdiest (yes, with a few holes) perfect package and I want to use it.

Rip my soul, then. If there will be no bag, I welcome you to arrange everything in my closets and drawers as well. I cannot walk a block carrying anything else, even if you fold everything as perfectly as you do.

Change is always difficult, *sigh.*


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