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This category tracks my various job hunts, career angst, bill issues, and money woes over the year. If you’re interested in my career stuff, you might want to check out my portfolio.
The nuances of copy
30
Mar
2007
In: Career
I drunk-texted this to a copyeditor friend last night. If you’re not in the word biz, you don’t have to read this.
Copyeditors vs. Copywriters
One knows how to spell, the other knows how to sell.
What I can tell you about my new job
13
Feb
2007
In: Career
You know how I am — always a little opaque about my day jobs. That said, I mentioned a job interview last week, and I was offered the job so I figure I better share a bit about it:
* It’s part time. I’ll be working three days a week. This means I get to keep working on all my projects like offbeatbride.com, writing my next book, etc., all with the knowledge that my mortgage will always get paid.
* It’s permanent. I won’t be a contractor or freelancer. I’ll be a full blown employee with benefits.
* My new title is Marketing Manager - Content Management, Staffing Marketing. I’ll be acting as a roving reporter, collecting stories from happy employees to market the company as a great place to work.
* It’s with a software company. A big one. The biggest one?
* I start in one month.
- 3 Comments
- Tags: job, marketing, microsoft
Live/work balance
5
Feb
2007
In: Career
Today I had my second interview for a part-time permanent job. It’s so incredibly rare to find a job that allows me to do what I do best (marketing writing and scheming) but also gives me the time to pursue the things I adore (like, uh, more writing and scheming, but for Brand Ariel instead of Brand Anyone Else). I figured when I was laid off from my last gig (that of 4-day work weeks), that my sweet PT/perm job schedule was finished and my only option was to go back to freelancing. But look at this! I was referred to a part time perm job by a colleague I met at a conference last year.
Part of what I rambled on about during this second interview was how to me, it’s the sign of a good employer that they understand that I know myself and my work-style better than anyone else. And I know that the way I do my best work for a company is to be there, do my shit, and then leave to enjoy my rich and fulfilling life outside my job. I seem to have a higher-than-average need to balance my on-site work time with other stuff. And when a company is willing to work with me on this issue (because yes: this makes me a “special needs” employee) it shows me that they’re dedicated to letting me do my best work for them. Which is of course what every employer should want. But it’s remarkable how few are able to provide the flexibility that help certain kinds of employees thrive.
In high school, I was a solid A- honors student, taking honors English and Social Studies class for four straight years. I was in the National Honor Society. I was a speaker at my high school graduation. I was also an obsessive theater geek, doing at least three (and sometimes four) plays a year with both my high school and the community theater. I spent four years in Greasepaint, the teen theater program that produced former SNLer Chris Kattan. I spent two years going to a 6:30 am jazz choir class. Classic over-achiever, right?
Maybe not. My parents were worried I was lazy, and frequently shared this concern with me. See, I didn’t have a job. Oh sure, I babysat. And I worked as a teaching assistant at the theater’s summer theater camp. But I didn’t have a job during the school year (how could I? I was too busy getting straight As and doing theater!), and this bothered my parents, who I think were worried they were cranking out an entitled, spoiled child who would never be able to support herself. They had serious talks with me about it, and chided me with stories of classmates and family friends who earned their own money so they could go on summer trips. My parents were convinced: I was lazy.
I graduated, went to college, and started working retail jobs, which eventually lead to office jobs, which eventually lead to writing jobs, and I forgot all about being the lazy one.
Last year, when reading through some of my old journals in search of a Salon of Shame reading, I kept noticing through all my years of high school all these references in my writing to my parents telling me how lazy I was. It was finally from my adult perspective that I was able to say, “Dude: WTF! I was an honors student who did theater nonstop and yet somehow I was lazy!?”
Over a brunch with my parents a few weeks ago, we got to talking about 30somethings being supported by their families. “I’m so glad you support yourself,” my mother said. “I used to worry about how lazy you were!”
It was time for my dude: wtf conversation. “Lazy?! But mom,” I said, “I was super active in after-school activities and got straight As.”
“Yeah, but school was always so easy for you,” she answered.
“So wait: because I was intelligent and didn’t complain a ton about studying, somehow that means I didn’t deserve those As? Or that somehow those As were of less value than As earned by a student who really struggled?”
“Oh, hmm,” my mother said. “But you didn’t work!”
Of course now I do work (constantly), but this conversation made me realize that this issue has come up numerous times in my career. I don’t like working HARD, and by that I don’t mean that I don’t like working. I love working. My hobbies include a lot of tasks that look a hell of a lot like work, and I do it because I enjoy it. But I have a real aversion to tooth-gnashing agony/effort. I love a good challenge, but I like trying to find ways to make challenges as easy as possible … I try to get through my work as efficiently and quickly as I can with minimal kvetching, and my parents aren’t the only ones to mistake this efficiency and cheerful demeanor as somehow evidence that I’m not actually working.
Several times in my career I’ve worked with people who liked to go on and on about how HARD their work was. Lots of bitching and moaning and sweating and panics and arm waving and oh my god, I can’t BELIEVE I got it all done on time! Time and time again I’ve seen this behavior rewarded. “They work so hard,” coworkers and managers will say. And they did indeed work hard. But did they need to? Did they get more done that way? Did they do it better, or just with lots of histrionics to ensure that everyone really knows that they did something?
I’ve made a career out of NOT working hard. And I intend to keep doing it this way, despite the fact that it may mean people think I’m not actually working.
- 30 Comments
- Tags: ambition, laziness, meritocracy
Back to freelancing
21
Jan
2007
In: Career
When I first got rumors of the layoffs at my former job, I had a brief flash of panic and then almost immediate acceptance — which quickly gave way to excitement. Because aww yeah: it’s about damn time I got back to working for myself.
I’ve been working full-time for someone else for four years, and I’ve absolutely got the skills to support myself freelancing. But in facing down the prospect of going back to work for myself, I’ve had to confront some of the challenges that I’ve dealt with poorly during past forays into freelance life, and make efforts to fight them off this time around.
• Isolation
I’m a social creature, and honestly part of what I liked best about my old job was getting up and heading into an office full of interesting smarties. The last time I freelanced (LA in late 2002) I got deeply depressed because I never seemed to get out of the house. Days would go by and I wouldn’t speak to anyone but Andreas. I started picking out clothes to wear weekly instead of daily. I started getting almost a low-grade agoraphobia where, because I’d been in for so long I didn’t really want to go out. It got sort of sad.
THIS TIME: Thanks to the twin joys of my laptop and abundant wifi, it’s easy to spend several of my workdays out and about at my favorite tea shop and even friend’s houses. I’m thinking of starting a casual freelancer’s club where some of us can gather together at a fellow freelancer’s house, compare notes, and share wifi.
• Burn-out
When I’m working for myself, I tend to get compulsive. I can’t NOT check my email at 11pm, and I can’t NOT reply. I can’t NOT work on a Saturday. When there’s no 9-to-5 it’s all to easy to end up working 7am-midnight, and then what happens? Of course I burn out. Then I go limping back to working for someone else, where I can leave the office at 5pm and stop thinking about it. It’s hard to maintain life/work balance when you work for yourself, and that balance is important to me.
THIS TIME: I’m trying to learn that for me, self-discipline means not overworking myself. I have to take breaks and consciously stop checking my email. I have to turn the computer off after 8pm.
• Existential career crisis
Despite all my ambitions and abilities, without someone telling me what to do, at times I hit these strange existential crisis points. When the days and weeks and months stretch in front of me with only my own scheduling to deal with, I sometimes experience these floating “What does it all MEAN” moments that can reduce me to hiding in bed and chewing on the bedsheets. This isn’t really helpful to anyone.
THIS TIME: Structure my time not just daily, but weekly and monthly. Build longterm work/career objectives to work towards, so that when my day-to-day tactical work slows a bit I still have a big picture to keep in mind.
Oh, and all this is to say that if you’re looking for a freelance copywriter or social media consultant/blog coach, I’m your woman.
Meet your future
3
Jan
2007
In: Career
YAY! We got laid off!, originally uploaded by .Ariel.
After weeks of speculation and blog rumors, today it was made official: 60 of us got laid off! Thanks to the joys of our CEO’s blog, we all knew it was coming and most of us had already been looking for work elsewhere (and some of us are already busy with new projects) so it wasn’t really a sad day. The only tears I saw were shed by employees who weren’t laid off.
Several of us axe-worthy types coordinated to wear our special INCH X INCH shirts today. The shirts were given out at a motivational meeting a few months ago. INCH X INCH is a reference to this quote from Al Pacino in "Any Given Sunday":
The biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Either we heal as a team or we are going to crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, ’til we’re finished. We are in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time.
Oh and as for what *I’M* doing next? Well, the lay-offs couldn’t have been timed better for me. For the next couple months I’ll be promoting the heck out of my book and its partner website. I’m not getting a new job — I’ll be returning to my freelance copywriting roots. I’m also working to develop my nascent social media consultancy.
In the interest of tossing this out there: my dream gig would be consulting on-site with a hip Seattle dotcom a couple days a week, talking about exciting things like web 2.0, social networks, blogging, and brand tone. Get in touch if you want to talk shop.
Best Buy smashes the clock
6
Dec
2006
In: Career
Best Buy’s corporate headquarters is doing something really cool — they’re completely unleashing their employees and letting them work whenever and however they want. As long as the work gets done.
And now story time. I actually quit my first post-college job because it became clear to me that the company rewarded hours instead of productivity. I watched a coworker get rewarded for putting in an 70-hour-week … 20 hours of which involved retyping a 15-page document rather than ask me to send him the file to edit. (I can only imagine how efficiently the other 50 hours must have been spent.) Did I mention that the coworker was a hunt-n-peck typist? And that he could have spent 10 minutes getting the file from me, but instead he RETYPED THE WHOLE THING? And that then management took him out for a formal steak “thank you” dinner that concluded with overpriced brandy? I quit a couple of months later, and the company went out of business a year after that.
Now I work for a company that understands that they get their best from me when they let me work 32 productive hours a week. Why don’t more employers understand this?
The new office
6
Dec
2006
In: Career
The new office, originally uploaded by .Ariel.
At work, there’s this shared music server. Coworkers can queue up music to play on speakers through-out our corner of the office. Anyone can load up whatever they want from the collection on the server.
Cool idea, except I HATE THE MUSICAL TASTE OF MY COWORKERS. (Sorry, everyone.) This is because I’m obscenely picky about the music I listen to when I’m working. Lyrics fuck me up when I’m writing or editing. And I find guitars jangly. And emo makes me depressed. And classical can get screechy with the violins. Etc etc etc. Basically, I’m a prissy, particular bitch who needs complete and total auditory control over her workspace.
Luckily for me, my boss is the same way. An email thread went around a couple weeks ago asking who felt strongly about the public music, and my boss and I were two of the only people who came out on the side of intolerance and grumpiness and said “WE HATE IT.”
And so what happening? My boss and I were offered the option of relocating away from the open-floorplan part of the office to our own little room around the corner, which we will share. My boss was a little dubious at first (the little office gets almost no natural light and is isolated) but then I started talking about how we could swank it up — make a little seating area with nice chairs and a rug, bring in some plants, some floor lamps, etc — and we decided we’d do it.
So now we’ve moved into our own private “grumpy bitches who don’t like everyone else’s music” room. We’ve got big plans. I’ve already got my lenticular virgin Mary up on the wall, and we’ve got my boss’ awesome orange chair. But there’s also an orange rug and some Blik on order. As for music? It’s Groovesalad or nothing in our little room.
White, beige, and foil
13
Oct
2006
In: Career
arielworld2, originally uploaded by yelahneb.
Here’s me at my new desk at the new Jobster office.
Some of the foiling remains.
That whiteboard protects my back —
although clearly Ben managed to creep up behind me anyway.Andreas and my discussion of a Forbes article that has since been yanked offline (they put it back up with a rebuttal).
[16:41] Ariel Meadow: holy fuck: http://www.thestranger.com/blog/2006/08/forbes_to_men_whatev.php
[16:44] *Dre: Well, forbes is making itself irrelevant with stuff like this
[16:44] Ariel Meadow: yeah, they’ve actually taken the article down.
[16:47] Ariel Meadow: I mean, wow: “wives working longer hours not do not have adequate time to monitor their husband’s health and healthy behavior, to manage their husband’s emotional well-being or buffer his workplace stress.”
[16:47] *Dre: It almost sounds like a joke
[16:47] Ariel Meadow: They should add: “wives working longer hours not do not have adequate time to monitor their husband’s back hair and ear cleanliness.”
[16:47] *Dre: What would happen to me??????
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: destitution.
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: Hairy, waxy destitution.
[16:48] *Dre: ewww
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: I’ll save you!
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: Despite my selfishly working a job.
The nuances of copy
30 Mar 2007 In: CareerI drunk-texted this to a copyeditor friend last night. If you’re not in the word biz, you don’t have to read this.
Copyeditors vs. Copywriters
One knows how to spell, the other knows how to sell.
What I can tell you about my new job
13 Feb 2007 In: CareerYou know how I am — always a little opaque about my day jobs. That said, I mentioned a job interview last week, and I was offered the job so I figure I better share a bit about it:
* It’s part time. I’ll be working three days a week. This means I get to keep working on all my projects like offbeatbride.com, writing my next book, etc., all with the knowledge that my mortgage will always get paid.
* It’s permanent. I won’t be a contractor or freelancer. I’ll be a full blown employee with benefits.
* My new title is Marketing Manager - Content Management, Staffing Marketing. I’ll be acting as a roving reporter, collecting stories from happy employees to market the company as a great place to work.
* It’s with a software company. A big one. The biggest one?
* I start in one month.
- 3 Comments
- Tags: job, marketing, microsoft
Live/work balance
5 Feb 2007 In: CareerToday I had my second interview for a part-time permanent job. It’s so incredibly rare to find a job that allows me to do what I do best (marketing writing and scheming) but also gives me the time to pursue the things I adore (like, uh, more writing and scheming, but for Brand Ariel instead of Brand Anyone Else). I figured when I was laid off from my last gig (that of 4-day work weeks), that my sweet PT/perm job schedule was finished and my only option was to go back to freelancing. But look at this! I was referred to a part time perm job by a colleague I met at a conference last year.
Part of what I rambled on about during this second interview was how to me, it’s the sign of a good employer that they understand that I know myself and my work-style better than anyone else. And I know that the way I do my best work for a company is to be there, do my shit, and then leave to enjoy my rich and fulfilling life outside my job. I seem to have a higher-than-average need to balance my on-site work time with other stuff. And when a company is willing to work with me on this issue (because yes: this makes me a “special needs” employee) it shows me that they’re dedicated to letting me do my best work for them. Which is of course what every employer should want. But it’s remarkable how few are able to provide the flexibility that help certain kinds of employees thrive.
In high school, I was a solid A- honors student, taking honors English and Social Studies class for four straight years. I was in the National Honor Society. I was a speaker at my high school graduation. I was also an obsessive theater geek, doing at least three (and sometimes four) plays a year with both my high school and the community theater. I spent four years in Greasepaint, the teen theater program that produced former SNLer Chris Kattan. I spent two years going to a 6:30 am jazz choir class. Classic over-achiever, right?
Maybe not. My parents were worried I was lazy, and frequently shared this concern with me. See, I didn’t have a job. Oh sure, I babysat. And I worked as a teaching assistant at the theater’s summer theater camp. But I didn’t have a job during the school year (how could I? I was too busy getting straight As and doing theater!), and this bothered my parents, who I think were worried they were cranking out an entitled, spoiled child who would never be able to support herself. They had serious talks with me about it, and chided me with stories of classmates and family friends who earned their own money so they could go on summer trips. My parents were convinced: I was lazy.
I graduated, went to college, and started working retail jobs, which eventually lead to office jobs, which eventually lead to writing jobs, and I forgot all about being the lazy one.
Last year, when reading through some of my old journals in search of a Salon of Shame reading, I kept noticing through all my years of high school all these references in my writing to my parents telling me how lazy I was. It was finally from my adult perspective that I was able to say, “Dude: WTF! I was an honors student who did theater nonstop and yet somehow I was lazy!?”
Over a brunch with my parents a few weeks ago, we got to talking about 30somethings being supported by their families. “I’m so glad you support yourself,” my mother said. “I used to worry about how lazy you were!”
It was time for my dude: wtf conversation. “Lazy?! But mom,” I said, “I was super active in after-school activities and got straight As.”
“Yeah, but school was always so easy for you,” she answered.
“So wait: because I was intelligent and didn’t complain a ton about studying, somehow that means I didn’t deserve those As? Or that somehow those As were of less value than As earned by a student who really struggled?”
“Oh, hmm,” my mother said. “But you didn’t work!”
Of course now I do work (constantly), but this conversation made me realize that this issue has come up numerous times in my career. I don’t like working HARD, and by that I don’t mean that I don’t like working. I love working. My hobbies include a lot of tasks that look a hell of a lot like work, and I do it because I enjoy it. But I have a real aversion to tooth-gnashing agony/effort. I love a good challenge, but I like trying to find ways to make challenges as easy as possible … I try to get through my work as efficiently and quickly as I can with minimal kvetching, and my parents aren’t the only ones to mistake this efficiency and cheerful demeanor as somehow evidence that I’m not actually working.
Several times in my career I’ve worked with people who liked to go on and on about how HARD their work was. Lots of bitching and moaning and sweating and panics and arm waving and oh my god, I can’t BELIEVE I got it all done on time! Time and time again I’ve seen this behavior rewarded. “They work so hard,” coworkers and managers will say. And they did indeed work hard. But did they need to? Did they get more done that way? Did they do it better, or just with lots of histrionics to ensure that everyone really knows that they did something?
I’ve made a career out of NOT working hard. And I intend to keep doing it this way, despite the fact that it may mean people think I’m not actually working.
- 30 Comments
- Tags: ambition, laziness, meritocracy
Back to freelancing
21 Jan 2007 In: CareerWhen I first got rumors of the layoffs at my former job, I had a brief flash of panic and then almost immediate acceptance — which quickly gave way to excitement. Because aww yeah: it’s about damn time I got back to working for myself.
I’ve been working full-time for someone else for four years, and I’ve absolutely got the skills to support myself freelancing. But in facing down the prospect of going back to work for myself, I’ve had to confront some of the challenges that I’ve dealt with poorly during past forays into freelance life, and make efforts to fight them off this time around.
• Isolation
I’m a social creature, and honestly part of what I liked best about my old job was getting up and heading into an office full of interesting smarties. The last time I freelanced (LA in late 2002) I got deeply depressed because I never seemed to get out of the house. Days would go by and I wouldn’t speak to anyone but Andreas. I started picking out clothes to wear weekly instead of daily. I started getting almost a low-grade agoraphobia where, because I’d been in for so long I didn’t really want to go out. It got sort of sad.
THIS TIME: Thanks to the twin joys of my laptop and abundant wifi, it’s easy to spend several of my workdays out and about at my favorite tea shop and even friend’s houses. I’m thinking of starting a casual freelancer’s club where some of us can gather together at a fellow freelancer’s house, compare notes, and share wifi.
• Burn-out
When I’m working for myself, I tend to get compulsive. I can’t NOT check my email at 11pm, and I can’t NOT reply. I can’t NOT work on a Saturday. When there’s no 9-to-5 it’s all to easy to end up working 7am-midnight, and then what happens? Of course I burn out. Then I go limping back to working for someone else, where I can leave the office at 5pm and stop thinking about it. It’s hard to maintain life/work balance when you work for yourself, and that balance is important to me.
THIS TIME: I’m trying to learn that for me, self-discipline means not overworking myself. I have to take breaks and consciously stop checking my email. I have to turn the computer off after 8pm.
• Existential career crisis
Despite all my ambitions and abilities, without someone telling me what to do, at times I hit these strange existential crisis points. When the days and weeks and months stretch in front of me with only my own scheduling to deal with, I sometimes experience these floating “What does it all MEAN” moments that can reduce me to hiding in bed and chewing on the bedsheets. This isn’t really helpful to anyone.
THIS TIME: Structure my time not just daily, but weekly and monthly. Build longterm work/career objectives to work towards, so that when my day-to-day tactical work slows a bit I still have a big picture to keep in mind.
Oh, and all this is to say that if you’re looking for a freelance copywriter or social media consultant/blog coach, I’m your woman.
Meet your future
3 Jan 2007 In: CareerYAY! We got laid off!, originally uploaded by .Ariel.
After weeks of speculation and blog rumors, today it was made official: 60 of us got laid off! Thanks to the joys of our CEO’s blog, we all knew it was coming and most of us had already been looking for work elsewhere (and some of us are already busy with new projects) so it wasn’t really a sad day. The only tears I saw were shed by employees who weren’t laid off.
Several of us axe-worthy types coordinated to wear our special INCH X INCH shirts today. The shirts were given out at a motivational meeting a few months ago. INCH X INCH is a reference to this quote from Al Pacino in "Any Given Sunday":
The biggest battle of our professional lives all comes down to today. Either we heal as a team or we are going to crumble. Inch by inch, play by play, ’til we’re finished. We are in hell right now, gentlemen, believe me. And we can stay here and get the shit kicked out of us, or we can fight our way back into the light. We can climb out of hell. One inch at a time.
Oh and as for what *I’M* doing next? Well, the lay-offs couldn’t have been timed better for me. For the next couple months I’ll be promoting the heck out of my book and its partner website. I’m not getting a new job — I’ll be returning to my freelance copywriting roots. I’m also working to develop my nascent social media consultancy.
In the interest of tossing this out there: my dream gig would be consulting on-site with a hip Seattle dotcom a couple days a week, talking about exciting things like web 2.0, social networks, blogging, and brand tone. Get in touch if you want to talk shop.
Best Buy smashes the clock
6 Dec 2006 In: CareerBest Buy’s corporate headquarters is doing something really cool — they’re completely unleashing their employees and letting them work whenever and however they want. As long as the work gets done.
And now story time. I actually quit my first post-college job because it became clear to me that the company rewarded hours instead of productivity. I watched a coworker get rewarded for putting in an 70-hour-week … 20 hours of which involved retyping a 15-page document rather than ask me to send him the file to edit. (I can only imagine how efficiently the other 50 hours must have been spent.) Did I mention that the coworker was a hunt-n-peck typist? And that he could have spent 10 minutes getting the file from me, but instead he RETYPED THE WHOLE THING? And that then management took him out for a formal steak “thank you” dinner that concluded with overpriced brandy? I quit a couple of months later, and the company went out of business a year after that.
Now I work for a company that understands that they get their best from me when they let me work 32 productive hours a week. Why don’t more employers understand this?
The new office
6 Dec 2006 In: CareerThe new office, originally uploaded by .Ariel.
At work, there’s this shared music server. Coworkers can queue up music to play on speakers through-out our corner of the office. Anyone can load up whatever they want from the collection on the server.
Cool idea, except I HATE THE MUSICAL TASTE OF MY COWORKERS. (Sorry, everyone.) This is because I’m obscenely picky about the music I listen to when I’m working. Lyrics fuck me up when I’m writing or editing. And I find guitars jangly. And emo makes me depressed. And classical can get screechy with the violins. Etc etc etc. Basically, I’m a prissy, particular bitch who needs complete and total auditory control over her workspace.
Luckily for me, my boss is the same way. An email thread went around a couple weeks ago asking who felt strongly about the public music, and my boss and I were two of the only people who came out on the side of intolerance and grumpiness and said “WE HATE IT.”
And so what happening? My boss and I were offered the option of relocating away from the open-floorplan part of the office to our own little room around the corner, which we will share. My boss was a little dubious at first (the little office gets almost no natural light and is isolated) but then I started talking about how we could swank it up — make a little seating area with nice chairs and a rug, bring in some plants, some floor lamps, etc — and we decided we’d do it.
So now we’ve moved into our own private “grumpy bitches who don’t like everyone else’s music” room. We’ve got big plans. I’ve already got my lenticular virgin Mary up on the wall, and we’ve got my boss’ awesome orange chair. But there’s also an orange rug and some Blik on order. As for music? It’s Groovesalad or nothing in our little room.
White, beige, and foil
13 Oct 2006 In: Careerarielworld2, originally uploaded by yelahneb.
Here’s me at my new desk at the new Jobster office.
Some of the foiling remains.
That whiteboard protects my back —
although clearly Ben managed to creep up behind me anyway.
Andreas and my discussion of a Forbes article that has since been yanked offline (they put it back up with a rebuttal).
[16:41] Ariel Meadow: holy fuck: http://www.thestranger.com/blog/2006/08/forbes_to_men_whatev.php
[16:44] *Dre: Well, forbes is making itself irrelevant with stuff like this
[16:44] Ariel Meadow: yeah, they’ve actually taken the article down.
[16:47] Ariel Meadow: I mean, wow: “wives working longer hours not do not have adequate time to monitor their husband’s health and healthy behavior, to manage their husband’s emotional well-being or buffer his workplace stress.”
[16:47] *Dre: It almost sounds like a joke
[16:47] Ariel Meadow: They should add: “wives working longer hours not do not have adequate time to monitor their husband’s back hair and ear cleanliness.”
[16:47] *Dre: What would happen to me??????
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: destitution.
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: Hairy, waxy destitution.
[16:48] *Dre: ewww
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: I’ll save you!
[16:48] Ariel Meadow: Despite my selfishly working a job.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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