I need to rant.

Someone has asked me to build and market a website (and subsequent social media platforms) for them… for free.

Fuck off.

Seriously.

I think that people mistake my desires to help, provide suggestions or assistance as a willingness to do it for them. There’s a big difference between providing suggestions and doing it for you.

If you want me to do something for you, you can pay me. Time is money, and I AM VERY GOOD at what I do, so you can pay a premium, please and thank you. And, if you don’t think I’m worth paying than please, by all means, go and do it yourself. No sweat off my back. I know my worth. I also know that proper marketing is not as easy as people think it is. So, really and truly, good fucking luck.

As I rant/ramble on… (warning: expletives ahead)

I’m not really sure where this image originated, it seems to be making its way around the internet so I don’t know who to credit. Sorry!

First and foremost, something I’ve posted to social media but not to WordPress, The Australian Red Cross is accepting donations from around the world. If you would like to donate to help those affected by the devastation of the ongoing wildfires in Australia, please click here.

If you do not have the means to donate, I would strongly encourage anyone who reads this to inform themselves as to what is happening in Australia and the reactions (or lack thereof) the Australian government has had. Australia has one of the most, if not the most, unique and diverse ecosystems on earth with hundreds of species who call it home that exist nowhere else on earth. Everyone should be aware of what is happening, what has been lost and what is at stake.

If you’re in Australia and have been affected by these fires, or not, my heart goes out to you. I come from an area of Canada that deals with forest fires annually and I know the heart-wrenching horrors that is watching the world burn up around you… and we don’t even have Koalas to worry about.


Okay, so where to start…

The house is quiet, for a few minutes at least. Insert casual Vee.

It is the first week of the new year (and new decade) and everyone who lives in my house has been sick. Really fucking sick. I’ve been taking them to the hospital to get IVs because they’re just that sick. It has made for a lot of long days and even longer nights. Let me tell you this – cleaning up someone else’s puke is no joke. I’ve always had a respect for doctors and nurses, but when I go through week’s like this week has been, I respect them so much more.

Today, I decided that I needed to do something for myself, so I went for a massage. I told the masseuse, a woman, that I was there to get the knots worked out of my lower back. (I’ve been dealing with some serious tension in my lower back as of late and I thought a massage might help) Her response? Lathering her hands in fucking oil and then running them through my hair. Did I want a head massage? No. Did she try to persist after I told her to stop? Abso-fucking-lutely. There aren’t a lot of things in this world that make me really, truly angry… but when I have clean hair you best not fuck that up.

I was relaxed up until that point. Actual smoke started spewing from my orifices. We had a very frank discussion about what it means to listen to a customer when they make a request of you and my angry voice came out. My angry voice RARELY comes out…

Sadly, that wasn’t the only time the angry voice came out today.

I decided that it would be smart to carry my open laptop, a glass of water and a plate of dinner downstairs at one time. Yeah, that didn’t end well for me. Thank goodness I have one of the most indestructible computers of all time, but I had some very choice words for myself after that happened.

‘You’re such a fucking idiot.’

‘This is why you can’t have nice things.’

I really hope that I’m not the only person in the world to yell at myself when I do stupid things. Also, there’s really no saving your dinner when the dogs run over to start licking food off the floor at the bottom of the stairs. So… protein bars it is?

Today’s score is: World – 2, Vee – 0.

In other news, I don’t think I’ve ever done this, but here’s a song that I really love:

This band is a favourite of mine. I’ve never heard a song of their’s I didn’t like. They’re a Canadian band and they actually had a song (Knocking at the Door) become a bit of a sport anthem in the past couple of years. It was used for the NHL playoffs, NBA Finals, the Super Bowl, the World Series, the World Cup, the Olympics, and so on and so forth. They’re not so much Indie anymore, but I still love them dearly and have fond memories of their incredible shows in dark, dingy pubs across this country.

Also, here’s a book that I really love:

If you’ve ever felt like you just don’t fit anywhere in this world, like you’re misunderstood and you’d be better off on your own, away from every one and every thing dragging you down, this book is for you. I’ve read this book probably… 30 times at this point. Each time I read it I get something new from it.

Alright, I think that’s all for now. I can hear my name being called from upstairs…

Make smart choices.

Bye.

This is not okay.

I consider myself to be an extremely privileged person having been born Caucasian. I’ve never faced the prejudice that black women, men and children have faced, and continue to face on a daily basis in our modern day culture. I know that, as much as we’ve made strides in recent years as a society, equality is still not a reality. Which is why shit like this pisses me off.

Kim Kardashian is not black. Kim Kardashian is married to an African American man, she has kids who are, therefore, half African American, but she herself is not black.

In fact, Kim Kardashian is of Irish, English and Armenian descent. To those who are defending this photo stating her skin colour is do to her Armenian heritage, Armenian people are largely known for being Caucasian, just having olive skin-tones. To those who are defending this photo claiming that it’s the lighting, no amount of lighting changes your skin tone to look that of a different race, or plumps your lips and styles your hair to take on African American traits.

I know the Kardashian’s live by the notion that all press is good press, but what goes through a woman’s mind when she’s been called out for cultural appropriation twice already this year and it seems to be an ongoing issue with her family? She clearly thinks it’s fine. Did she just think ‘hey I’d like to look more like my husband and kids?’ Did she just think ‘Well if I make it look glamorous then it’s not blackface?’

Stuff like this pisses me off because, with more than 100 million people following her on social media, the naive and uninformed people of this world will think that this behaviour is okay.

Here’s a few photos from the archives to show just how caucasian she is.

I saw a tweet today that said ‘Kim Kardashian has been slowly turning herself into a black woman for years as though it’s ‘no big deal’.

And I really don’t think it’s right.

African American people in the United States are treated as criminals for just being black. A four year old girl took a doll from a dollar store in Arizona without her mom noticing and police pointed guns at her parents and manhandled them as though they were packing heat because of it. A man was gunned down in his backyard whilst holding his cell phone in his hand, that police claimed was a gun. A cop in Texas walked into the wrong apartment and shot and killed the man living there because she was scared of him for being black.

Kim Kardashian wants to look black, but she doesn’t want to acknowledge the struggles that African American’s face on a daily basis just for the colour of their skin.

And to anyone who says it’s a spray tan – there’s a considerable difference between a spray tan and specifically going out of your way to look as though you’re a different race.

We’re trying to come up us a society and teach people that racism is bad, cultural appropriation is offensive, wrong and unfair and that we should be treating people equally. This woman comes along with her team of makeup artists and photographers, wardrobe stylists and designers to specifically seek out trying to look a different race so that she can glamorize it and make it look as though it’s the next, ‘new-in’ trend to do.

This is not okay.

Being black is not a costume. She’s trivializing violent, historic (and present) oppression and perpetuating racist stereotypes. This photo (the magazine cover with dark skin at the top of the post) and all of the other times she’s done this allows her capitalize financially for trying to fake something that women all over the world are embodying naturally and getting no credit for.

It’s not cool. It’s not right.

Salty rejection thoughts.

Photo from: Workdaily.com

The best part of today’s rejection was the last line:

P.s. Hope we will have the chance to consider you for another role in the future.

Yeah, because that’s sincere. (rolls eyes) Honestly, from my perspective it’d been better if they just wrote ‘P.S. Fuck You’. Perhaps if they write rejection emails like this, though, perhaps it’s better if they just don’t write rejections at all and just take to ghosting candidates like most companies do.

Why couldn’t they just stop at “Sincerely, Company Name”? Just end it there. Full stop. No more email.

Perhaps they could use someone like me in their office because I could teach them that writing “P.S.” statements in nameless, no-response rejection emails is patronizing, and makes them look stupid.

Am I salty? Sure am. I won’t hide that. I’ve spent three weeks jumping through fiery hoops for this company and was told I was one of the final three candidates. Then I got a nameless, donotrespond@ rejection email with an idiotic PS statement on the end? Again, it might have just been smarter on their part to ghost me.

I should write back and CC all of them. Reminder:

Dear donotrespond@, For the record, after three phone/skype interviews and umpteen emails back and forth between myself and your office discussing everything from my first year on the job to when I can travel out and see your workspace, I’m not sure why you felt a need to write your rejection email from a donotrespond@ email address. It’s not as if I don’t have ALL of your names and contact information at this point. Thank you for your consideration. Sincerely, Vee. P.S. I hope that I have time to jump through more fiery, patronizing hoops for your consideration in the future.

Anyways, I haven’t responded. And I’m not going to. Though I WANT TO.

Perhaps the donotrespond@ email was an effort to remove themselves from the situation of having to reject me, whilst simultaneously trying to ‘lessen the blow’ with the P.S. statement? Who knows.

I do know that they have four other openings in their company right now, so perhaps I should apply to all four to take them up on their PS statement?

Words hurt.

They really hurt. Sometimes words have the power to swing faster, hit harder and deliver a stunning blow stronger than any raised fists.

People think that they know everything about you based on what little they hear and they judge. People always judge.

My skin is getting increasingly thinner by the day and I’m having a harder and harder time dealing with the things that people say.

The other day, I was told that I’m abusive. I was told that I, the person who goes out of her way to make anyone and everyone happy no matter what it does to my state of being, am abusive.

I’ve been told that I’m lazy, stupid, jarringly out-of-touch with reality. I’ve been told that I don’t want a job because I’d rather sponge off my family than actually work. Trust me, I have heard it all.

And it bothers me. As much as I’d like to say that the words of other people don’t bug me, they do. It hurts to hear people who say they love you, say those things to you. It hurts to hear people who really don’t know you, say those things to you.

Sometimes I’ll say something. Sometimes I’ll fight back, stand up for myself, remind people to use their words wisely because the things they say can and will affect the people they say them to. But, a lot of times, I won’t. People think that’s me being a pushover. But really, it’s me understanding lot of times nothing I say will change their minds. Nothing that I could possibly say, no matter how calmed and reasoned or loud and intimidating I could say it, would make a damn difference.

When people make up their minds, most of the time logic has nothing to do with it. A lot of times, they think what they think and that’s the bottom line. And to those in this world who feel it’s appropriate to voice their judgments, put their harsh words on display, nothing is really going to change that.

Whether your mind is made up, or there’s room for change, all I ask of people is that they think about the things they’re saying before they say them.

Because words hurt.

And you haven’t the foggiest idea the power your words can hold over someone.

Adventures in job hunting: Misleading job descriptions.

I had a phone interview for a job scheduled for today at 11:00.

The job that I applied for was for a Marketing Coordinator for one of the most major beverage companies in the world.

I read the job description and it talked about creating and implementing a marketing plan, determining new markets and sectors for which to expand the brand, using communication platforms to deliver messages and promotions of the products and deciding events to sponsor. These are all typical marketing related tasks.

The ENTIRE job description mentioned that it was for this particular beverage brand. NOWHERE in the job description did it mention that it was for any other brand, or anything but this particular beverage brand.

Get three minutes into the phone interview and he lets me know that the job isn’t actually for this brand at all, it’s for one of their subsidiaries.

Fine.

Whatever.

Then, he asks me what makes me want to work for this brand – the subsidiary, not what I thought I was applying for.

I told him the position seemed like a challenge that I would be great for and I was excited at the prospect.

Then he said ‘No, not why you want this position, why do you want to work for this brand (the subsidiary)?

I again mentioned the position seemed like something that would excite me.

And again, he said ‘I know why you think the position is great, but why did you want to work for this brand (the subsidiary)?

Well, sir, I didn’t actually know I was applying for a job with this subsidiary until about a minute ago when you told me. There was no listing of the subsidiary anywhere in the job posting. At all.

Scuffles on the other end of the phone.

‘You’re not very quick at thinking on your feet, are you?’ he asks.

‘Guess not!’ I said and tried to laugh it off, knowing this was going to be held against me.

Then he goes on to say ‘Well, I’ll explain to you a little more about the position. As a member of our sales team..’

Hold up.

Nothing in the job description mentioned ANYTHING about sales. ‘Oh, the job description didn’t mention anything about sales?’ I calmly, casually suggested.

He says ‘Well Marketing Activation is, by definition, sales’.

I disagree with that statement on its face. But whatever.

He goes on to explain that this position is a sales role and commission based.

So I applied to a job that I believed was going to be branding, marketing and establishing this company into new avenues in Western Canada.

The job was actually for a sales position for a subsidiary company in which the job-holder is to drive around the prairie provinces asking different gas stations and arenas and venues if they’re willing to carry this product and what kind of deal I could arrange to sell them these products.