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sorcyressSo, as a counter to my mopey "wah, misogyny!" post from yesterday, here are two things that are not sexist and making me happy right now.
First off was Squares on Tuesday. Tech Squares does very difficult variations on the mainstream/plus level of square dancing, and so if you are not quick-witted and quick on your feet, it's easy to get very overwhelmed and lost if you learned to dance with a different club. This week, we had multiple visitors in town.
I wound up in a square with two pairs of out of towners, and three other tech squares members. Our caller was showing off everything he's got (apparently at other clubs, the caller is not the enemy? Who knew.) and our square was, um, flailing. To put it mildly.
I don't have the intrinsic brain for squares like many dancers I know do, I can't hear a call and know where everyone is supposed to be at the end of it. But I am one sweet hell of a dancer, and as bossy as any oldest child ought to be. I was not going to put up with my square falling to pieces all over the floor.
And so I did my level best to keep us moving and everyone approximately where they were supposed to be. And after the dancing was all done,majordomo comes up to me and grabs me by the shoulders.
"I love your brain!" he says, and hugs me, and I damn near break with glee 'cause that's all I ever want to hear from folk and I don't get it near often as I'd like.
***
So, I had to go off to a warehouse today, and while we're there, I get to see an *amazing* forklift in action. We're talking a "lift 8' x 8' x 8' crates 10' off the ground and drive around like that" amazing. I haven't wanted a piece of construction equipment so bad since I got to drive a backhoe.
(As a complete aside, y'all do know I once got to drive a backhoe around, right? BEST EXPERIENCE OF FOREVER YEP)
And the guy driving it around gets out, and notices me eyeballing it something fierce, and no thought or pause launches into an explanation of how rad it is, using technical terms and showing me all the bits. He didn't let me drive it (but then again, liability), but he in no way dumbed himself down for the silly girl(apparent).
(nor, when I was helping move boxes later, did anyone give me a "here sweetie, let me help you with that." This sounds so insignificant and common fucking decency, but I wouldn't have to be astonished by it if the opposite didn't happen so damn often.)
So yeah. Plus one for TOTALLY EXCELLENT warehouse guys. Also for amazing forklifts.
And that's all she wrote.
~Sor
MOOP!
First off was Squares on Tuesday. Tech Squares does very difficult variations on the mainstream/plus level of square dancing, and so if you are not quick-witted and quick on your feet, it's easy to get very overwhelmed and lost if you learned to dance with a different club. This week, we had multiple visitors in town.
I wound up in a square with two pairs of out of towners, and three other tech squares members. Our caller was showing off everything he's got (apparently at other clubs, the caller is not the enemy? Who knew.) and our square was, um, flailing. To put it mildly.
I don't have the intrinsic brain for squares like many dancers I know do, I can't hear a call and know where everyone is supposed to be at the end of it. But I am one sweet hell of a dancer, and as bossy as any oldest child ought to be. I was not going to put up with my square falling to pieces all over the floor.
And so I did my level best to keep us moving and everyone approximately where they were supposed to be. And after the dancing was all done,
majordomo comes up to me and grabs me by the shoulders. "I love your brain!" he says, and hugs me, and I damn near break with glee 'cause that's all I ever want to hear from folk and I don't get it near often as I'd like.
***
So, I had to go off to a warehouse today, and while we're there, I get to see an *amazing* forklift in action. We're talking a "lift 8' x 8' x 8' crates 10' off the ground and drive around like that" amazing. I haven't wanted a piece of construction equipment so bad since I got to drive a backhoe.
(As a complete aside, y'all do know I once got to drive a backhoe around, right? BEST EXPERIENCE OF FOREVER YEP)
And the guy driving it around gets out, and notices me eyeballing it something fierce, and no thought or pause launches into an explanation of how rad it is, using technical terms and showing me all the bits. He didn't let me drive it (but then again, liability), but he in no way dumbed himself down for the silly girl(apparent).
(nor, when I was helping move boxes later, did anyone give me a "here sweetie, let me help you with that." This sounds so insignificant and common fucking decency, but I wouldn't have to be astonished by it if the opposite didn't happen so damn often.)
So yeah. Plus one for TOTALLY EXCELLENT warehouse guys. Also for amazing forklifts.
And that's all she wrote.
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2012-10-12 01:14 pm (UTC)(But when I saw the post was tagged "awesome people" I was sure you were going to mention me and somehow you utterly failed to do so.)
Love you (for your mind)
your
Mom
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on 2012-11-04 05:20 pm (UTC)Mom, I feel like I shouldn't need to mention you're an awesome person. I mean, it's just obvious, isn't it? If it's not obvious to someone, send them to me and I'll set 'em straight!
~Sor