But i have a new blog.
i feel a little like i'm cheating in livejournal, which is mentioned in the first post

I also feel that, for me, LJ was for my emotions and boyfriends and teenage angst. It was good for me, nine years ago. Now onto new electronic adventures:

rweatherington.blogspot.com

i'm getting tired of fighting.
i'm not even sure if we have power en masse anymore.

there was something familiar about you.
i mistakenly remembered you from my days of treetops.


now i'm far less innocent having met you.
fewer treetops, more betrayals.

I walked by a woman working at one of the shops this morning. She was filling up the pretzels. I wondered what it is that keeps the people from stealing from the man. I know what keeps individuals from "doing bad things" but what about the masses? What about Rodney King? That was about money. Taking back. Fucking up the system. "We want good jobs." I think they said it as nicely as they could at the time. Even the fucking gangs came together to take back. Is it lack of organization that keeps us in line? If so, I am in the right job.

This morning I kept wanting to scream (another Orange Threat Alert over the loudspeaker), to incite a riot of anger. To take back what belongs to the people. I want the time to be now. We shouldn't have to live this way. It's not about freedom. Taking off my shoes is not protecting my freedom, and no argument will convince me otherwise.

Time to board. I hope they aren't waiting to wisk me away when I land.

I <3 DC. Can't wait to get there.

Everything is about money. Our whole society. Keeping it, keeping others away from it...It's terribly disgusting.

You can't bring liquids, even to drink, but buy our $4 water once you get through security. You can't wear shoes at all anymore though the metal detectors, even sandals, but you can buy our *booties* to slip on your feet. They are sanitary, you know; this floor can get mighty dirty. People who have racked up 1K "miles" board first. Let's not get started on the blatant racism you can see anytime you visit an airport. In the big picture, this is also about money.

As I am sure you can tell, I had my fill once I got though security this morning. Propaganda Alert: The threat level is Orange, according to the airport, which, also according to the airport (and, naturally, the government), is a pretty serious threat...There are like four colors under orange. HA! Just as I read that line back to myself, the threat level was repeated over the loud speaker. I really hate airports now.

I hate standing in line, barefoot and somber, as though I were unknowingly marching to the gas chamber, but knew some bad shit was going down. I hate that lip gloss counts as a liquid and is therefore potentially dangerous. I had to give up my favorite lighter. TSA is "protecting our freedoms!" Ministry of Truth, anyone? I am sick to my stomach. Please, some rational outside party, help us. Things keep getting worse. We aren't allowed to makes jokes anymore. We aren't allowed to wear shoes, or belts. Apparently, our computers can't have wallpapers of President Bush holding a gun saying "You're either with us or against us". Oops.

And, after all of this, the only smoking area is OUTSIDE. Even a non-smoker would need a cigarette after going through that mess, and they are taking that away from us, too.

i got the job.

so scary.
my first career job. Nutso.

Insurance, sick days, vacation time, salary, set hours. wow.

tomorrow i give my two weeks notice. no more waiting tables.
wow.

So, I figured maybe I should update this thing since it's been so long...


Tuesday night I left for Chicago. I met Justin in Indianapolis and he treated me to a wonderful dinner at Bonefish. My relationship with him has taught me that you don't need to physically see someone for years to love them and maintain a flourishing relationship. I hadn't seen him in two years, but it felt just like yesterday. Talking five days a week actually does make a difference.

I stayed in a hotel outside of Chicago, which was rather loud and seedy. Yesterday morning I had a group interview at SEIU. There were only two other interviewees there, both much older men, and I still think I outperformed them. But I'm a little arrogant, too.

The interview went super. I fell in love with the woman conducting the interview (think: Wanda Sykes) and I will know by Monday whether or not I will become an APPRENTICE ORGANIZER on an SEIU campaign. The pay is great, and since it is often away from home, includes transportation, hotels, rental cars, etc. I would be trying to help people form unions at their jobs. Making an actual difference. Who would have thought?

letting go always has been the hardest thing for me to do.

its amazing how you can quietly pine for someone for years and years and then one day...
together.

bizarre.

what a perfect new year this has been.

i love starting over. yay.

okay, so was dick clark post-stroke the saddest thing ever? oh my goodness, that poor man.

happy new year everyone.

i'm waaaaay excited.

moving to cincinnati in 22 hours. now it feels less like moving and more like one of the bazillion vacations i took there, which makes it far less frightening. except this time i have a trailer.

i looked at the server reports for mcfaddens. yeesh. i got an 88 (just slightly about average for my store) and they are all scoring in the twenties. i've been charged with turning the staff around. if i do, it's likely i will get a corporate position, traveling all over the country and telling other people what to do. i really want to travel for a bit.

i applied for a boycott organizer position at unitehere! in cincinnati. i haven't heard from them, but the closing date was the 20th, so maybe it will be another week or so? Not getting the opportunity to interview for these jobs is weird to me, since i've never been turned down from any job to which i've applied, let alone declined an interview. it's not defeating yet, but it very well may become so soon. plus, i have a stellar resume, so wtf?

still thinking about law school in '08 at northeastern. it keeps calling me. i <3 northeastern.

saw lady in the water again tonight.

i forgot how fucking hot m.nightshyamalan is. damn.

i think they started preaching abstinence only because they didn't want their babies getting emotionally devastated.

seven days from this moment i'll be in cincinnati, living there for the first time in 6.5 years.

and just so the entire world knows, i'm absolutely completely freaking out about it.

high blood pressure, heart rate, and all.

today was my college graduation. i hope it went well for everyone who cared enough to walk.

i spent my day 521 miles away shopping for a dress. for four hours. tonight is the holiday party for both BlackFinn and Outback, and they are only two blocks away from one another. couldn't be more perfect. i also call them my graduation and going away parties, although i'm not sure anyone else would agree with me.

we got a hotel room. twelve bucks a person. awesome.
i love my dress. open bar. way excited.


moving to cincinnati in 9 days. NINE DAYS.
Crazy.

"When we entered, our TV was showing an unpleasant political program showing images of war and bombs and such, which was very unappetizing. As soon as we asked for our channel to be changed, it was promptly taken care of."





I bet the Iraqis have a difficult time eating, too.

so last week i found a few mix cds that chris gave me 1000 years ago

and tonight i began listening to them and trying to figure out who all of the artists were...
that guy had some good taste in music.

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Moving to Cincinnati in 21 days.

very nervous now.

going to the proverbial chapel

KB: So do you feel your paid work contributes to social change?

DC: Definitely, I mean I do get paid to be an activist. Actually I just had this conversation last weekend, because someone asked me ‘why would you fight for marriage when there’s poverty?’ and it’s hard because I ask myself this everyday, am I doing enough? I really believe that my job’s making a difference because anyone who’s investing their time and their money into the purpose of changing things for the better is a good thing and for me our organization-even if you don’t agree with marriage because marriage is more than just a societal acceptance, it’s a money issue. It’s an issue of children. And you don’t think about it until it affects you. And that’s why we have so many older people helping us because younger people just aren’t getting married they’re not even wanting to. Anyways, the point is my part in the movement and you could say in the gay movement or in the bigger human movement is that I’m taking care of this problem so that I can open up room for someone to take care of another problem. Everyone plays a role and if you see everything as interconnected and everything as a greater harmony and you’re all working together and you see the purpose. But definitely, I think my job is relative how effective it is compared to someone else’s job. Because our intention is to maintain equality under the Constitution to better people’s lives and to make sure people get what they deserve…it’s good. It’s good.