Mood: Contemplative
Listening To: Last Night – Diddy f. Keyshia Cole
Notes: If this has a crabby tone to it, it’s because I’m feeling crabby, people!
Is it so wrong that I like Press Play? In fact, my ex told me a long time ago that it was hot, but I don’t have that New York State of Mind, so I wasn’t feeling it. But the song Last Night? It’s just hot. It’s actually so hot that I can forgive P.Did./Diddy/Daddy/-insertnextnamehere- for being so glossy. I mean, let’s face it, I think the brotha probably wears more expensive lip gloss than I do. It’s worth mentioning, that’s all I’m gonna say, people. That’s it. He’s glossy! But I’m gonna let that go, because Press Play is really hot.
I’ll even forgive Keyshia Cole for being the reported diva that “sources” [meaning angry friends] say she is in her daily life. So she’s a diva, who cares? Her voice is amazing, and she’s the truth. You may not like K.C. or P.Did, but you can’t deny when something is fire.
Man, and can I say, I am literally exhausted today? I’m gonna say it anyway, without waiting for an answer. I’m exhausted. That feeling is actually how today’s blog came into existence.
Now Playing: It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday – BoyzIIMen
I do love old school BIIM. Back to why I’m exhausted… Oddly enough, this week in my life, I’d already made the decision to actively join a gym and work my way up to working out 5 or 6 times a week. I’m an aggressive person, so I do everything in an aggressive way, like working out twice a day until I get where I want to be, and then doing some 3x weekly upkeep on where I’m at.
Now Playing: Movin’ On – Elliott Yamin
So today, I went to a little 24-hour spot around my way, no swimming pool or anything, but if I want to go watch cable and work myself into a frenzy on the elliptical, then I can do that, and it’s not expensive either. I’ve been thinking lately, why it seems like all phone sex operators are chunky, fat, or morbidly obese women. Now Now Now… NOW HOLD ON— I hear you already opening your mouth, I didn’t say we all are, I said it seems like we all are chubby ladies. So if you’re a phone lady reading this, or you know a phone lady, hold your horses, because I didn’t just say you were a fatty. I don’t want any mean emails coming through my inbox.
Truth be told though, most guys on the phone ask me, “So are you really 5’7” and 120 or are you fat and ugly like most people say phone sex operators are?
“No, dummy, I look like this all day.”
I’d like to say to them, “Even if I was fat and/or ugly, do you really think after you asked it that way I would tell you that I was fat and/or ugly,” then I’d pause for a long while and whisper, “ya silly son of a bitch.”
But instead I just and try to keep myself calm. Another day maybe, we’ll talk about how horrible the communication level of most of the callers is… but today, I’ll just talk about what simpletons they are sometimes. <laughs>
Now Playing: Stranger In My House (Club Mix) – Tamia
I digress, back to the truthful answer that I never provide to the callers. The truth is, I’m not 5’7″ and I don’t weigh 120 pounds. I’m 5’1″ on a good day, and although I’m not morbidly obese, or even “fat” (which I define as stomach larger than posterior end, has trouble climbing 5 stairs, etc…), I am a curvy girl. Chunky, fluffy, BBW, whatever you want to call it, I’m not a supermodel, and have never been one.
I know lots of ladies who have the same job I do, and they are all, without fail, heavy ladies. Now, I must pause and say, that word “heavy” is a blanket term and I’m using it to cover women who are 30 pounds overweight to 100lbs overweight as well. It’s always weird to me that people are so shocked that phone sex operators are big ladies. I mean:
1. She works 10 or more hours per day, sitting most of that time,
2. She doesn’t have to walk to her office from her car, she only has to walk from her bed to her office, if she even leaves the bed,
3. She doesn’t have an active job. She works, sits, eats, sits, poops, sits, sleeps, sits, reads, sits, watches, sits, emails, sits, works, sits… get it?
I mean, when it all comes down to it, it’s a great recipe for gaining weight.
You don’t do anything but sit and eat.
I have to confess, I fell into that pattern as well. I mean, a phone girl who is really about her money is working the craziest hours anyone can think of, because guys who call lines don’t call at “normal” hours. I mean, peak money-making hours are between 10p.m. and 4a.m., between 6a.m. and 7:30a.m., and between 5p.m. and 8p.m. (and that last one is kind of iffy, depending upon if the guy has a family he has to pretend he cares about, then there’s dinner to be served, people!).
Now Playing: I Drove All Night – Celine Dion
So we sleep odd hours and when you’re cooped up inside your house… well, let’s explore that, shall we? How many hours does the average person who works 40 hours per week and spends 30 minutes in the car each way spend away from the house? That would equal 45 hours for you slowpokes out there. Well, that’s 45 hours that I’m inside my house. Then, if I sleep 6 to 8 hours a day, that’s 42 to 56 hours… wait for it… in. my. house. Lastly, don’t ever let anyone tell you that this job doesn’t separate a girl from normalcy. If she makes friends, then great for her, but most phone ladies aren’t the most popular people you’ll ever meet, so the rest of her time is either with her kids, family, or by herself.
What am I getting at? It’s depressing. It’s a depressing job, and life, when you do it full time. Stress eating, depression eating, stuffing your face to stuff the feelings. It happens, and I’m a firm believer that the things I’ve said today are probably a huge part of the reason why most phone ladies are fatties. I say that word with love, because although I’m smaller now, I still consider myself a chubby bunny.
So, having said all that, I’ve decided to fight it, actively, before I wake up and find myself weighing 400 pounds, praying that I don’t choke on an Oreo while I talk to some stranger about adult activities. I jest! I kid! … I’d probably choke on a Fig Newton. I don’t like Oreos.
-Geisha