I am currently too tired to do anything involving text and/or Ford Motor Company. The automotive world is nowhere near as glamorous as I thought it would be. Not that I ever truly believed that, but once you are unemployed for any stretch of time, you start to apply a certain mystery/glamour persona to all the people you see bustling around to big offices between 9 and 5. Okay, maybe not glamour, but I assume they just know something I don't know (like, how to get a job).
But now that I'm on the other side of the glass, complete with a badge, I'm jealous of the people who get to go shopping at Target at 11am and work-out any time they want to. Not that I want to work-out ever, but it is much more appealing and feasible when it's not right when you get home from work.
But enough complaining. It's kind of fun to be in the Bermuda Triangle of Automotive. Though Mrs. G, Sarah and I still haven't organized our Women of Automotive (WOA) lunch, I feel better knowing I'm not the only one schlepping it into a big building filled with terms like "6-Sigma" and cars, cars, cars. For instance, did you know that 900,000 F-Series truck (F-150, etc) are expected to sell this year? That is an insane amount of over-sized trucks.
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This weekend I took Daryl to the Henry Ford Museum. We got to go on the Rosa Parks bus. It was a bizarre experience being that it is so tiny I can't imagine how you could even think to segregate something that size.
Sometimes it's just better to remember things how you want to. I always imagined a very dramatic walk down the aisle of something Greyhound sized. Instead, it was about half the size of a school bus. And, the tour guide must have thought we were both British because she kept saying things like, "The peace activist and Reverend Martin Luther King," or "The southern states were racially segregated at this time." as if we lived in a vaccum and had no idea of history. Then again, she probably just assumed we were run-of-the-mill clueless American tourists.
On that note, we saw "The Triplets of Belleville"--the animated French film. It's really intersting and fun to watch. Kind of like "Wallace and Grommit" twisted with Roald Dahl. The reviews led me to believe it was some satirical diatribe of American culture, which it kind of is, but not to the scale it could have been. It's also the kind of film that I could imagine my dad renting for me when I was little, and thus terrifying me. He did that with "Watership Down" and "The Little Mermaid" (that would be the original depresson H.C. Anderson TLM, not the warm-and-fuzzy Disney version). I assume he didn't mean to terrify me, he was just trying to find me fun stuff to watch--like rabbits and mermaids. Little did he know what lurks in the hearts of most animators.
On a final, Things Creep Me Out, Though note: The Henry Ford Museum had an installation of "A Teenager's Bedroom from 1987," which, was basically my pre-teen bedroom (or Molly Ringwald's in "Sixteen Candles"). It had torn-out-magazine-ad collages on the wall, Joy Division posters, pictures of friends at a party, and cassette tapes strewn across the floor. I thought it was weird and creepy. Daryl thought it was interesting. Go figure.
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