Glad to hear your sister came through Aimee.

Ellie=teh cutest (at least until some other buffista sprog does something adoreable).

I am at work after far too little sleep and looking up cool LJ icons. Anyone have favorites?

a maturation chamber.

"A masturbation chapter? Way to sneak that in at the end of the sentence -- now that's a revolutionary ide-- oh. Nyever miynd."

t /Emily Litella

Jessica, exactly. Well put. I have all the privileges of life, and I know it -- but sometimes I'd like a pony too. Doesn't mean I think I somehow deserve a pony!

Yay, Aimee sister neck!

Other than occasionally helping my father at his upholstery shop in the summer, I wasn't expected to have a summer job until I was in college, but that job was always at the shirt factory--until the factory started phasing out everything. (Dear god, that was hell. I'd sneeze vari-colored lint for days. The people who wore dust masks were considered weird.)

I don't know why we didn't have other summer jobs. I guess because we lived in the country, and the townie kids got the other jobs at the restaurants and such.

I've been working (starting with babysitting) since I was like 11 and I still don't really have a good work ethic! (Not really true, I guess, because I am serious about the quality of my work being good. I'm just lazy about getting it done.)

Hey lisah, that reminds me. I worked as a mixer for a one night rental at one of my theaters a couple of weeks back. It was just a bunch of singers, trying to raise money for something.

One of the women in the show was this gorgeous, raven-haired woman, and the whole time I'm working with her, straping a wireless mic on her, and just talking to her through the evening, she seemed really familiar. I thought I'd worked with her before, and I kept asking her about other things she'd done, and where she worked when she wasn't performing, and who she new, trying to figure out where I'd seen her before.

Then a couple of days ago, I was just looking at friends' pictures on Facebook, and realized she looked just like you.

So, you have a doppleganger in LA. Who sings.

I had my first job as a file clerk at my (dad's) cousin's insurance company at 15 and have not stopped working since. I worked very hard to get out of service industry/data entry type stuff, and I'm really proud of where I am, and yet? I've also been really lucky too. I had a good friend ask me to move in with him in the big city. Later, I married him, so I didn't have to do school, work, pay bills all by myself. His job, because of the generosity of his employers has taken us to Vegas, helped us get cars, given us nice things we probably couldn't afford on our own. When the job market was really shitty, I had friends who needed secretarial/admin work so that we weren't out of money, and recently when I was looking to leave non-profit (which, as thankless as it could be sometimes, I'm really glad I did it and at the time I did it) I had friends who were recruiters in the field I wanted back into.

Had everything not fit just right, I have no idea where I'd be right now.

Hey folks. I'm back on dry land but still in Orlando. I've got what is hopefully an important meeting with a vice president for Nick Resorts in an hour.

So, you have a doppleganger in LA. Who sings.

Whoa! hey...I wonder if she is hogging all the glamorous parts of our lives!

but the best news is that the doctor was wrong. NO CANCER. Chronic thyroiditis.

Hooray, whoo-hoo, and huzzah for NO CANCER!!!

Aimee - that is fantastic news!