Back from Tucson. Had a decent time. Posted some pics. Will post more thoughts when I have more time. Worked yesterday in the office and again today.
I need to get something out and then let it go. Must not be my mother and hold on to things that bug me so hard I end up in the hospital. Nope. This is just one of those things that is making me think and no one I've talked to so far seems to understand what I'm feeling. I take that back. mirloc
understood. I'm not angry, I'm just...contemplative.
We met a friend of my folks out there. A building inspector and community theater actor. We met him at dinner before going to see his show. He looked at Brian and said "You are an engineer." Brian told him what he does with computers. Then he looks at me and asks if I work. Then he tells me I'm more challenging to figure out. He thinks for a moment, then proclaims "You are a beautician."
...this is where you color me stunned
I tell him he's quite wrong. Before he can guess again, my father jumps in and says "she works with computers, too." That's my father bragging about the part he thinks is worth bragging about. Not that I'm an artist, that I am in marketing, not any of the other things I do, nope. But I expect that of him. Yes, my tool is computers, but that's not what I do for a profession.
So. My first impression vibe is that I'm a beautician. Y'know...this is more of a reflection on his perceptions, not of who I am. Carl said to me last night "and you care what he thinks...why?" And yes, I don't care that he saw a woman with unusually colored hair and couldn't get past that feature to assume my job had nothing to do with my hair.
It just makes me think.