Which is correct: “dilly daddling” or “diddle daddling?”
rosa--sparks asked: What are you working on right now? I miss talking with you.
I miss talking with you too!
I’m still working at the Gap and I’m working on getting my new website and copywriting portfolio up, hopefully by the end of this month. After that, I plan on emailing/calling every single ad agency in New York looking for internships. If for some reason that doesn’t work out I will probably just start a Tumblr filled with pictures of dumb Facebook ads and then get a modest book deal from one of those publishers that specializes in blog-to-books-that-end-up-in-the-gag-gift-sections-of-Urban-Outfitters and then live off that money until I run away to go live on a farm.
But, you know, that probably won’t happen. I’m optimistic!
(Ed. Note: I won’t be posting all of my Formspring answers on my Tumblr because I know how annoying that can be and I don’t want to take up people’s precious Dashboard space with things that are not iPhone pictures of cats; however, I just felt like this was something you all NEEDED TO KNOW about me.)
You have such a pretty name. Are people always mangling it? What’s the worst version you’ve ever seen on junk mail?
People mess up my name so frequently that I don’t even notice it anymore. I most often get called “Marie” or by my last name “Lara.” I can see why people would call me those two things since, in the case of “Marie,” I don’t pronounce my name with any Spanish trill and “Lara” is a fairly uncommon Hispanic last name in America (as opposed to Lopez, Gonzalez, etc.) and is mostly known in the US as a first name. So, I mean, whatevs.
The junk mail versions of my name are always messed up, usually because my name is long. “Mariamerced” is probably the worst one that I’ve seen.
It is funny because when people mess up my name it doesn’t really bother me. One woman at my work has insisted on calling me “Marie” so I’ve given up on correcting her. The only thing that annoys me is that when I tell people my name is “Maria” they immediately start belting out “Maria” from West Side Story, or some other “Maria” song. Or, if they are in their mid-thirties and Hispanic, they start singing the theme song from the popular telenovela starring a young Thalia called “Maria Mercedes.” UGH! Now that is the worst.
I got one of those formspring.me accounts last night.
Just a little FYI: This stuff is seriously BOSS STATUS.
In case you are wondering (and I know you are not) my triumphant return to retail has been going swimmingly. Not that my definition of “going swimmingly” with regards to working as a part-time sales associate at The Gap involves particularly high expectations, I just mean that I’m getting paid and no one has yelled at me yet.
One thing that I had forgotten during my brief hiatus is that once you put on a name tag people will talk to you like you are a child who was held back a grade. It is a mixture of patronization, talking sslllooowwwlllyy and at a HIGH VOLUME! and desperate attempts to mask their white guilt with a forced, toothy smile. And god forbid you ever destroy their image of you as an ignorant but magical prol by mentioning that you graduated college/have a second, non-retail career/can read because then you will be subjected to their contempt for destroying their idyll of a place where people of their same background and tastes all make $65,000 right out of college and are never unemployed for more than three months.
Anyways, the next time someone talks to me like that I’m really tempted to reply, in my best imagined voice of Moose from Archie Comics, “Derrrr…why thank you Miss Pretty Lady. I sure do like it when people treat me nice at dis here store. I did’n get no fancy schoolin’ like you growin’ up so dis is the only work I can do!”