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~Ms. Betty

When behaving badly works in your favor

Regular readers of this blog* know that I work for a thrift store.

This week our corporate office handed down the directive that we are supposed to create a fancy, magazine-worthy holiday table setting and submit pictures to be used to promote the stores.

Oh and if we create the best one we win a prize.

Ok, fine, no problem. Only the boss is a bit high strung, impulsive and indecisive and after myself and another girl working on this for hours on end this past week we still don't even have a table cloth.

This morning I finally lost my patience with the whole thing, handed the boss the stack of 5 more rejected plates (she's rejected 17 different china patterns-- every single set of matching dishes in the store) and told her "you know what, you need to find someone else to help you with this. I'm going to do my job."

Then I walked away and left her standing there.

Later I heard from the other girl that the boss was deeply offended by my doing that.

I don't care.

At this point it just is not worth the stress or aggravation to keep wasting my time with a project that I cannot possibly succeed with.

And I don't feel it is unreasonable to expect my manager to be a mature adult and have reasonable expectations, like understanding that we can't conjure things out of thin air and that what's on the shelf is all we've got to work with.

Besides, it's my bloody camera and I'm under no obligation to volunteer my personal property for use so if she wants pictures she can damn well act like an adult and behave in a civilized manner.

All of which I think she's realized because there was an immediate and dramatic change in her behavior.

And I didn't even have to use a paddle.

~Ms. Betty




*(Do I still have any of those? I know I am not the most frequent poster!)

You cannot server to masters, but can you love two teachers?

Ok so things have been a bit odd in Ms. Betty's world lately.

There's spanking and kinky stuff going on, though not much.

Over the past year I have spent a lot of solitary hours exploring my spiritual path and potential avenues that were not open to me before.

(it's amazing what happens when one finally has the peace and quiet to read the things one has always wished to read.)

Recently someone asked if all the quiet of being alone bothered me. It doesn't. I welcome the silence and the time it gives me to think deep thoughts.

I am busier than ever in some ways, but internally I have a new calm that is making the chaos of outer life much easier to manage. I am in the eye of the storm, no longer being tossed around in it's winds... well most of the time, anyway.

I no longer need to justify, rationalize, explain. I simply let things be as they are and accept them as the come.

So when I woke up this morning with a name that seemed familiar ringing in my ears I did not ignore the sign as I once would have. Instead I googled the name. Recognition clicked. Still, I did not think she was actually the person I sought. So I clicked through some links and found another name. And there I found what I think I was supposed to find.

And now comes the dilemma. I have a teacher I have chosen to work with, a woman I admire and respect whom I feel a bond to. She has my trust.

And yet I find myself drawn also to work with this new teacher.

I see a benefit to me, if I can validate what I already know by getting the same information from another source in another way then it is easier to have confidence in my new knowledge.

But if their ways are very different, if they conflict, can I reconcile both?

Am I somehow being disloyal or disrespectful to my first teacher by working with a second as well?

Rationally I know there is no reason not to seek more knowledge, I realize my own teacher worked with many teachers over the years.... But it still feels like I am telling my first teacher "sorry, you weren't good enough" and that's not at all the case. She's been spectacular.

Still hers is only one perspective on a giant subject... I'd like to see what the view is like from the other side of the mountain. I think she'll understand that.

Thoughts on Teddy Bears

I don't get into politics.

As certain sore-bottomed bunnies now, political talk, especially worked up, mouth-foaming, ranting political argument is a good way to get me very, very annoyed.

But as I was putting puzzles away yesterday a thought struck me that I can't quite shake.

Once upon a time they tried to mock Theodore Roosevelt for standing up for a moral principle.

And in the process inadvertently created one of the world's most universally recognized and beloved symbols of warmth and comfort in human history.

Kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it?

Where did my life go?

One does have to wonder...

Oh, I know where part of it is. He's out wandering the streets of Denver after everyone else got as fed up with the manipulating and mooching as I did. It's hard to think of someone I once loved, someone I married being out there in those circumstances, but long ago I realized I could not fix him. He had to fix himself. He has chosen not to, and this is the result. I can feel compassion but I cannot help him. He has to choose to pull himself up. Maybe he will. I hope he does. But I am powerless to force him.

And then there is all that work. I am still doing two things, thrift store by day, phone sex diva by nite. (Well my calls aren't really sex, they are very similar to the real time sessions you read about here-- or used to read about here. That is, after all, what this post is about.) The phone job isn't just about taking calls. You tweet, you blog, you email, you flirt. (And sometimes you get to be someone who isn't you at all! I am greatly enjoying that!)

But it does keep one busy.

It's been a year now since my marriage ended. 18 months since the decision to end it was made.

At that time my life was a whirlwind of activity and play partners. But now it's almost at a stand still.

Sure, I still have pc but mostly he behaves. Bunny is busy with family and work in Tennessee, and there's a great guy in Montana who knows exactly the right thing to say at exactly the right time, but he doesn't get here very often. And the things I do with him are very different from the type of activity I usually record here. They're darker, more brutal, and there's no spanking.

Yes, you read that right.

In fact I am not spanking anyone at all. Oh, I could be, I know that all it would take would be a snap of my fingers and there would be a line of eager boys at the door. I just haven't wanted to go find them.

No, the fact is I've rather enjoyed being solitary. I like the quiet. I like being able to do the things I want to do when I want to do them. I like being able to read without background noise or interruption.

I'm exploring new areas of my spiritual path that work better when I have time alone to mediate and experiment.

So really I don't much feel the need to have anyone right now. Lance finds his way down here about every six weeks. Right now that's enough.

Except, I realized the other day that I miss spanking. So I suppose fairly soon here I will once again have to venture out in the world and find someone to paddle.

But not just yet. Right now I am still enjoying my bubble of isolation.

The Zen of Flyswatting

Certain bunnies among you and others know that I can do just about anything with a flyswatter.

Except swat flies. lol.

Or it was that way, until I changed my entire approach to the task.

Most people attack swatting a fly like the Mighty Casey going up to bat. We all think the harder, the faster, the stronger we swing the better the results.

But, in the words of an old song, "it ain't necessarily so!"

It doesn't take all that much force to smash a fly. They are, after all, tiny things.

But they are fast. In fact, flies are genetically coded to react to reflex to certain types of movement, and they can react much faster to those movement than we can react to theirs.

But only certain movements.

So if you very slowly place a flyswatter on edge somewhere near a fly they ignore it. Then just slowly press the blade down.

smoosh!

They never know what happened.

It's a good lesson to remember. You don't always have to be your strongest or fastest to get results.

Oh and btw, the same can often apply to giving an effective spanking!

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