“I did everything I was supposed to and I have nothing to show for it.”
It’s not the arrests that convinced me that “Occupy Wall Street” was worth covering seriously. Nor was it their press strategy, which largely consisted of tweeting journalists to cover a small protest that couldn’t say what, exactly, it hoped to achieve. It was a Tumblr called, “We Are The 99 Percent,” and all it’s doing is posting grainy pictures of people holding handwritten signs telling their stories, one after the other.
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Who are the 99 percent?
To all Occupy Wall Street participants, here is the key to your victory… (for serious)
Guys, listen. Here’s the deal.
I love you guys with every shred of my hard-left leaning heart. But I think you might be doing something wrong. Here is one thing that can help you.
Tomorrow, wear a polo and khakis
Seriously. polos and khakis. Every time you guys DO finally get some fucking press, it’s a scrawny dude with dreads in a ratty t-shirt. You’re going big here, dress it. Tomorrow, Polo shirt and Khakis. (more…)
When did I turn into a woman?
Two things to know. 1) I became unemployed in late April of this year. 2) I was so not a make-up, nail polish, handbags, jewelry kind of girl.
Being unemployed, I’m looking for ways to be employed, at least somewhat. As miserable as I was at my last job, I know I wanted to try something where I am in control. I decide when to work, what to do, how often. I was a cog in a machine 
before, and I wanted nothing more than to experiment and try something else.
I have always been a tomboy. Not the sporty type, just the “I don’t give a shit about girly stuff” tomboy. My idea of getting dolled up was putting on mascara and maybe (for a big event) some lip gloss. I hadn’t worn nail polish in about 10 years. The only jewelry I had were bracelets, mostly the beaded unisex style.
I think since getting involved with my boyfriend over the past several months (that’s right, man, I’m blaming you!), I have turned into a woman who likes girly/womanly shit now.
Also, as I was pondering what the fuck I’m going to do next now that I have no job, I saw a commercial on freaking TV. About selling Avon/mark. products. Watching it, I thought, this… might be something I’d have some fun doing! It’s completely out of my usual character. This is a time for some change though, try something new, take some control.
Avon calling!
So now, laugh of all laughs, I am an Avon lady!
To be honest, my previous thoughts of Avon was that it was for grandmas and other older women. Like, 40+ at least. But, shockingly, they have tons of great stuff that I want. I had absolutely no idea. It’s definitely not your grandma’s Avon anymore.
I have to share a few of my favorite things. Things that you would be insane not to adore. Srsly.
Sunscreen with insect repellent! Genius!
Sunscreen plus insect repellent?! Fucking genius! I want a million bottles.
Butler bag
The compartmentalized butler bag. I love cute bags, but mine have, like, one big compartment, and a little zip pocket. Which means all my stuff is a jumbled mess, impossible to find anything quickly. As soon as I saw this in a catalog, I knew that it must be mine. It may have even been the first thing I ordered. All the compartments are amazing. All my shit fits in my bag neatly, and I can find it! It looks sexy, and it’s roomy enough to toss a light hoodie or sweater into!
mark Hook-ups
As far as make-up goes, I’m still a bit of a minimalist, though I am experimenting more. The mark brand hook-up is the best. It’s 2 products, one on either side of a little connector. I have a lip gloss and a mascara on mine. Keep it in my purse, always ready to doll up or touch up. I think the gloss and mascara are perfect on this thing, because they’re just the right size to be all used up by the time you should be throwing gloss or mascara away (germs, ew!).
There are tons more things, of course, but I had to share these.
As for profits, I’m not making much of anything yet, but I’m not frustrated. I wanted to spend the first couple of months trying things out, seeing what I can recommend to customers. I got a bunch of samples of things to try (and give away). I’m having fun! When I start school in the fall, I’m hoping I’ll have more opportunities to share this stuff with others.
If this stuff looks great to you, be sure to shop my own store: avongorgeo.us 
Just hit “Shop Now”.
Besides doing Avon, I am still doing freelance web design work, selling a few things on eBay. Keep trying to move forward. I’m a trillion times happier now than I was at that job, so I want to keep this happiness and excitement up. Keep my eyes on the prize of a BFA in Graphic Design (btw – I was accepted!!!), make a little money to stay afloat.
And have new cute things!
Self-Employed!
My (now former) place of employment finally did me a solid favor: they fired my ass!
A graphical representation of my feelings.
I suppose I shouldn’t go into too much detail. In a nutshell: they’d been putting me under an insane amount of stress for a couple years now. Last week my employer went out of her way to make sure I felt worthless, and that was the final straw. I called a meeting with the owners. Let them know I was very unhappy working for them, laid out all the problems I had. Asked that they let me work my web design position remotely, or let me go. The following day they sent me an email saying they were letting me go.
You’d think I’d be angry about being fired. Or freaked out about not having my main source of income. In all honesty (at this point at least!) I feel relieved. I feel free! When working there, every day I’d wake up miserable and dreading the day. That kind of thing wears on you after awhile, and I know I was no longer myself in the rest of my life. I felt trapped. I had sought out a new job off and on for a long time, with no luck.
I am still planning to go back to school in the fall, try to finish out a Bachelor’s Degree. Right now I’m trying to focus on my freelance work to hold me over and continue to hone my skills. If a good employer comes along and expresses an interest in hiring me, I’m all for it. I’ve wanted to be a “location-independent” web designer for a long time, so now that I have the time and dedication to put into it, we shall see what happens!
Tea partiers are whiny bitches.
I was going to talk more about this, but I lost steam. Basically, the Tea Partiers’ (I still like “tea-baggers” better!) plight is moot. They have excess while there are way more people who have not enough. Therefore, I will have no sympathy for the tea partiers, because there are people more deserving of my sympathy, my support, and my attention.
This is all I have to say, and then I am done: Call the fucking waaaambulance. And go volunteer at a soup kitchen.
This is for you, tea partiers.