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So I get a vacation. Wichita and Tulsa.

The bears are going to Tulsa’s Pride to vend. One of the three has to work. I am heading down tomorrow night to met them in Wichita and make some stuff. Then off to Tulsa on Friday.

Good times.

Looks like I will be adventuring in Wichita and Tulsa this weekend, helping the bears. Since I will not be going until Friday, that leaves the week to get all sorts fo now-I’m-unemployed-again things done… Like filing a claim for the off time, scheduling my cobra payments through work, so on…

But tonight, there are more pressing matters. I am no longer on a night-time schedule. Certain things have been written off for months now. Time to get back to the good stuff. Time for my fix. I have been needing it for sooooooooooo long now, knowing it would be there to great me at the end of the season…

Karaoke.

I even got laid off on a Tuesday morning.
Missie B’s, here I come!

“Everything’s comin’ up roses…..”

Last night was my last shift at work.

I seemed to be more relieved than anything. I just need a break. As much as I enjoy the work and a good chunk of the people there, I simply feel relieved.

The shift supervisor said to me, “You are the kind of person we would like to see hired on full time.” Sure, all and well. And certainly without a better offer closer to my studio, I would take the offer….

But…

I breathed a sigh when I heard it was my last day. My digital supervisor asked why… (He is the one that has been working with me in the bindery, helping out for the past month.)

I told him, as much as I enjoy the company and the relaxed work environment. I mean, really, ink and piercings almost everywhere. I told him I always felt out of place there, that I always feel the need to reign in my true self to not scare the ‘locals’ so to say.

Perhaps it is the hokey sentiment, “I just need to be me.” More likely, it is a matter of what is familiar to me. I was a high end floral designer for numerous uber-gay shops for over eight years. I also tended bar for about five years for a big gay night-club. That totals well over a decade of uber queerness locked inside my body that needs to get out and move. Get out and S-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ing! (Read with JoAnne Worley impression.) I need breaks from this job. Honestly, I don’t know how long I could work there full time.

But I would enough the full-time job offer…

I have mean to post on this topic for some time. Tonight is as good as any since I just spent twenty minutes obsessing over it before getting ready for work.

I love my beard.

The oddest lingering side-effect of chemotherapy is most certainly the impact it had on my body hair. On my body, the arm and leg hairs came back all blond. On the torso, a bit darker – which was close to pre-chemo.

But the facial hair. Where I once had hard, scrathy, wiry stubble I could barely stand to let grow, I now have some of the softest facial hair I have ever laid hands upon. As such, I have not so much as trimmed my beard since some time in January. Currently, I hold a touch of regret for not picking up on this sooner, seeing as how the progress seems so sluggish and prolonged. I still have that comb down to seem neatly trimmed or ragged as a psycho options for it. I like them both.

Also, as a side-note, I have slowly begun the process to train my moustache into a handle-bar. It can seem so out-of-place sometimes, regardless of how strongly I react to men that have them. Seeing as how I will be 40 next year, I think I am finally approaching the space in my life where I can wear it and have earned it.

With luck, as lay-off approaches, I will make to to get some photos and learn the whole scrapbook feature…

So Todd and I did the ever whole day spent running errands and shopping discount stores thing. Always a good time, doesn’t matter how mundane the task when the company is quality.

Got a good stack of black and white dish/bar towels for the studio. I now have managed to land a great selection of patterns and colors, all at discount prices!

So the last major stop – or maybe second to last was a Stein Mart store up in the Northland. I found a set of five Egyptian cotton towels for a very reasonable price. There I stand at the checkout, Todd waiting by the door for my transaction to complete. Something catches his eye and he reaches for some object in the display right inside the doors.

Sure as shit, it was an electric fly swatter. Holy freakin’ hell! Only ten bucks. These things are so frickin’ kick-ass. I used to partake in their shear electric joy many times in Phoenix but never landed one of my own because of that whole adult shop mark-up thing. Ten freakin’ bucks, no doubt! OH OH OH! And it glows in the dark! (Shut up! It does too!) A brand new sex toy, electric toy at that, for only ten bucks! At Stein Mart!

I love perversion conversion!