My “Warning: Dating may induce vomiting” piece has been accepted in a collection of stories entitled “Sleeping With Snakes: Notes From The Los Angeles Underbelly.” Publishing date TBA.
Who says bad dates don’t pay? Does this mean I can start writing off condoms and perfume on my taxes?
Today the New York department of health interviewed me for the WTC survivors’ registry. This is a 20-year health study to monitor exposure impact and effects.
You know what they asked me? They asked me if I was white. Not Caucasian, but w-h-i-t-e. One of the other choices was black. Not African-American, but b-l-a-c-k. We’ve been so conditioned to political correctness we forget there are other adjectives to describe the same thing.
Apparently, the empire state has decided to make our ethnic background choices simple. In light of the other questions they asked, it was nice they made this question easy.
Thank you.
I’ve lived in Los Angeles almost a year now. It was bound to happen at some point, but I’m just happy the weather makes me near-comotose and nonreactionary.
I had an interview for a consulting gig today. After going over my professional history and accomplishments, the interview closed with the following:
“I just have to ask. What is your sign?” the 40-something, female interviewer asked.
“I’m an Aquarian. January 24th,” I replied.
“I knew it. You have a creativity about you and you understand the big picture,” she stated.
Was I astrologically profiled? I guess I shouldn’t care since I got the business, but it is probably a good thing I didn’t reveal the fact I share the same birthday as John Belushi.
They’ll figure that out soon enough.
Marna’s writing career started as a Pentagon intern. Early exposure to $500 toilet seat press releases made her appreciate creative nonfiction. Now she has more than 25 years of senior-level marketing and communications success working with Fortune 100 companies, government, nonprofits, small businesses, startups, and agencies.