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January 2014

The 2 things you learn working retail

1. People suck.

2. Rich people suck more.

5 things I regret about this vlog paper

I’m presenting a paper on video blogging/vlogging at a conference on Friday and as I write it I feel these are my main regrets…

I wish I had:

1. Written it consistently over the year.

2. Maintained forum posts I started.

3. Consistently vlogged myself.

4. Been a more active vlogging community member.

5. Watched more vlogs!

*if you know any anthropologists that vlog let me know!

Things I’ve heard in the last year that make me feel shitty about my income

There were many, many times in the last year when I have had below $50 in my name. It was terrifying and upsetting, but that didn’t mean I could stop going. In the midst of dealing with financial woe, finishing a degree and taking care of an injured relative I encountered comments that made me feel even worse about the situation I was in.

I know there are times I don’t have it together, but I’m trying. I also know there are people our there that hear comments like this on a daily basis. I’m not trying to say I have it worse, lord knows I’ve had more privileges than I earned, but it still shocks me that people speak before they think.

Cringe-away at these highlights:

“What do you mean you have a job? Explain this to me.” – Well, as much as I like doing good stuff for the earth, I also need to be paid. So volunteering will always take second priority to the place that PAYS ME BY THE HOUR.

“We’re all having a hard time with money right now.” – Really? Because I literally had $20 in my bank account (counting both savings and checking). I doubt you were struggling since you just spent $40 on dinner.

“Are you ever actually going to hang out with us?” – Well, I would, but you only go to places that charge a cover that eats up my grocery budget for a year.

“It’s only $49.99 a month to rent the Adobe suite! Totally affordable.” – For someone who makes $10 an hour at a part-time job? Not really.

“I’ve never seen a laptop so old. I mean really. That’s so old. Super old. How is it even still working?” – Thanks. Sorry my old MacBook from all the way back in 2009 doesn’t have an SD card slot. Really. I had no idea that would offend someone so much.

“I’ve never seen a smartphone this old. It doesn’t even have retina display.” – Well considering I’ve never owned a phone when the year it was released (until very recently) I think you can excuse the poor quality of my iPhone 3. Maybe don’t look directly at it so it can stop confusing you.

“What did your parents say about you working retail with a Masters? They must have been upset.” – Since it was the only job I could get immediately upon graduating I think they didn’t care. Being unemployed was no excuse for not PAYING MY BILLS. Excuse me for not just refusing to work for jobs that you deemed below my education because I needed to eat.

“What do you mean you don’t have your own DSLR setup?” – Well, since that costs over $1,000 and I don’t even have a car, job or healthcare I think my excuse is that I have different priorities.

Why we should stop writing articles with titles beginning with “Why you should.”

Because it’s annoying to be getting instructions on how to live my life nonstop via various online publications.
Yet this short post perpetuates the issue in criticizing, so who is really winning here?

Current Finances (or lack thereof)

Commitments and their priority:

1. ABC – They pay me by the hour.

2. Documentary Internship – They pay for my travel AND give me a stipend.

3. Editorial Internship – They pay for my travel.

Am I doing the right thing here? Probably not. I probably need another hourly paying job. I’m sure I do. But I don’t have one.

Side “jobs”:

1. Etsy

2. Amazon book sales

3. Craigslist

Public Transit Love Letter

Dear Fellow Nerd (potentially),

I struck up a conversation because you were reading the final book in a fantastic series.

We talked for five stops.

I got off before you. And while walking toward the door my shoe came off, making me limp like Quasimodo.

It was one of my smoothest moments.

Sincerely,

Bianca

Supermarket Love Letters: Part Two

Dear Safeway Sir,

I first took notice of you when you happened to be the only cashier on duty the night I bough six boxes of cookies. You chuckled, I chuckled.

Ever since then we wave, we laugh, we banter.

You never bring up the fact that I buy horribly unhealthy things. Or how quickly i go through said cookies.

You also don’t seem to mind that I’m almost always with my grandma.

Perhaps you pity my spinsterhood.

I dig that.

-Bianca

Supermarket Love Letters: Letter One

Dear Trader Joe’s man,

Awhile back I went to your store. You were nice, funny and beardy (all the qualities I look for in a man).

I was looking for a particular kind of chocolate, but since it was seasonal it was your unhappy task to tell me you were out. You called the closest store to see if they had it, without me asking.

When you delivered the final blow you softened the pain of my, now chocolate-less, life by offering me another kind of chocolate. For free.

You gave me the whole box.

And though it was not a large box, it was still a whole box of chocolate. For free.

Trader Joe’s man, you are a hero.

-Bianca

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