Stupid people

OMIGOD! There is no reason to be so rude!

I guess the reason why is they're forced to leave their brains at the airport, due to the latest TSA regulations.

I don't appreciate being ridiculed for 'overdressing' for the weather, when in fact, for people that have resided in Florida for a while, we, as a collective whole, are FREEZING OUR ASSES OFF!!!

I don't appreciate irresponsible tourists that don't have the required documentation for things they need to do, ie rent a stupid stroller with an unsigned credit card, or bring a receipt for something they allegedly prepaid for.

I don't appreciate people taking their problems out on me. I am not the cause of the problem, they are. And they have to be held responsible for their drama.

Being rude, obnoxious and belligerent for no reason is a sign of bad breeding, and I don't care who the hell you are.

That's my truth and I'm sticking to it.

Haiku

Cold and wet we trod
In winter's dreary weather
Staying warm and dry

Worked hard all my lifetime

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends
Oh Lord, won't buy me a Mercedes Benz?
-- Mercedes Benz, Janis Joplin

So, the point of this lyric, is after I've worked my 54 years in my working life, will I have anything to show for it, other than a huge ass debt load?

I can say, it's a qualified yes. Here's why:

I have met some incredible people.
Learned a lot from my interactions and my major screwups.
Have done things I never thought I would do, and people have said I never could/would do.
Visited some awesome places I never thought I would see.
Found love, lost it. Rediscovered it, lost it. Found it again.
Worked some of the jobs I've wanted to.
Done pretty much what I have wanted to, and for the most part, on my terms.

There are things I wish for. Being a millionnaire, and not have to worry about how to pay the bills. Have a stable work environment, or at least a stable job that I want to be at.. Get the hell out of Florida. Go to Hong Kong to visit, and not have to work for idiots who lack vision and direction. The ability to pursue artistic endeavours with like minded people.

Counting my blessings that I've been able to live my life. On my terms.

I am resigned to die a pauper. However, I can die knowing I lived a full life, or as full as I could make it.

Training the example

Well, if you're training the person that is supposed to be the standard bearer, isn't that person supposed to have those qualities all ready to demonstrate to everyone??? Grrr.... Wow, having the team you lead question what you're doing, and you haven't even said a word to them yet. Things that make you go hmmm....

Code of Ethics

The Chinese Central Government just issued a new code of ethics to all its officials.

Too little, too late. It should have been enacted a LONG, LONG time ago, and enforced with an iron hand, like everything else.

Again, Central Government, you fucked up. Because a change this this should have happened a long time ago. This is a change that must be followed up with a change in attitude towards ethics, and how important it is to remain open and transparent. Without that change, it will be business as usual, with government officials exploiting the masses, with the masses not having any recourse.

I'm A Private Dancer

I'm a Private Dancer
Dancing for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm a private dancer
Dancing for money
And any old music will do
From Private Dancer, Tina Turner

When people ask me where I'm from I respond with either Seattle or the United States.

When people ask me what my nationality is, I respond with American.

When people ask me what my ethnicity is, I respond with Filipino.

Why do I do this? I want to make sure that people understand that I view myself as an American first, than where my family is from.

Not a Republican, hell no. But a person that wants to be labelled with the right labels.

In Asia, being a Filipino can be a curse. It is the stereotype of being a sex worker, manual labourer, a domestic, or some low paying job. I have studied in University, working in professional jobs, and live a normal life. Granted, I am an actor who can sing well, but I don't fit the stereotype of a Filipino entertainer. I insist on the American label. One of the few times I'm proud to be an American.

So, lately, I've been responding with: I'll be what you want me to be. I will let people think what they want to think. My friends and family know the truth, and that's all that matters.

Welcome to Amerika....

Bienvenue aux Etats-Unis...
Willkommen den Vereingete Staaten....
Bienvienidos de Estados Unidos...
Huānyíng lái dào měiguó....

Now speak English!!!

Growing up in a predominately white neighbourhood in suburban Seattle, it was drilled in our heads that speaking perfect American English is a requirement. My parents agreed, because they wanted my brother and I to become model citizens. So, I endured three years of speech therapy to ditch the accent I grew up with, and start my journey of being a good American. The cost was the inability to speak the language of my parents.

Things got better when low income housing came into our neighbourhood in the mid 1980s, bringing a more diverse group of people into our lives, and finally, I wasn't one of the few Asians in the village anymore.

It is great that people take pride in speaking the language of where their family is from. I however, take issue in not making learning English a priority. Though it is a requirement for citizenship, it is not taken seriously.

The Netherlands, for example, on top of requiring forced integration into Dutch society, has upped the residency minimum to 10 years, and you actually have to prove you can speak Dutch.

In a nation that is a melting pot, where the traditions are not necessarily governed by Judeo-Christian beliefs anymore, English is what ties us together. It is the language that we can all unite, utilise to help break down the other barriers in our society that keep us from being all Americans and enjoy the benefits of its citizenship.

I resent people that assume I can speak their language. I get "Habla Espanol" all the time at work. I have people assume that because I'm Asian, I'm fluent in whatever the fuck language they're speaking. I resent white people who assume that because I am not white, I can't speak the language of my birth. Hell, when I worked at Old Navy 10 years ago, I had some idiot ask me if I can explain the return/exchange policy in fucking Mandarin! I know some Mandarin, but not enough to tell them "30 days, original receipt, original form of payment."

I don't have issues, but damn it, speak English, or at least try. When we as Americans travel abroad, we have the reputation of trying to learn the language before we travel, as we assume it is expected by the host culture. I at least have a phrase book handy just in case I don't have a clue. Thank goodness for the phrasebook aps on iPhone and iPod touch!

I had a guest that told me that I "don't sound the way I look". That's racist, dumbass! Just treat me like an person, and I'll respect you for that. And yes, that means using English.

Welcome to America.

FML

After a really long day, I want to say: I hate uppity tourists who think their shit don't stink, and hate being corrected by their service provider, who just happens to be a person of colour. I swear, what is up with stupid white people???

Not a racist, but the people that tend to give me the hardest time are upper/upper middle class white people who think their self-importance counts for something. Wrong. What makes them special? I totally understand that good customer service is important for a companies' survival, but at the same time, the same people need to be held accountable for their behaviour.

For example a guest told me that "I don't sound how I look". What the hell does that mean? Fucking racist asshole.

Or when someone tells them they can't do something, they automatically try to assert their privilege by trying to prove the service provider wrong. Fucking idiots.

Stupid people shouldn't breed.

My other half went to the mini mart today. A guy double parked behind, blocking the car. A black car, without the hazards on. He got finished, and accidentally backed into the car, because he couldn't see the damn thing. At least it didn't do anything major, and it was totally the other person's fault. Dumb, dumb and dumber.

Enough of my rant. Just tired of dealing with stupid people left and right today. Grrr.... Plus it was cold, and I was tired. OK.... I'll stop for now.

FML!!!

Panda Express

I opted to have fast food today, and went to Panda Express.

I didn't expect to hear "Mas arroz frito, por favor!". Wow! I was hoping to hear "qǐng gèng duō de chǎo fàn!" That was a rude awakening!

The multiculturalism of Chinese restaurants. What happened?

Haiku, Part Two

Cold weather comes back
All bundled up, staying warm
Drinking hot cocoa

Haiku

Cold weather comes back
All bundled up, staying warm
With a warm fire

Good riddance

Well, just heard the news that a local theatre reviewer is leaving. Don't know why, don't care to know why, but good riddance. So maybe this town will actually get a reviewer that is passionate and knowledgeable in what they're doing so we can actually get a fair and somewhat impartial review in this town. And maybe we won't see theatre houses do some weird stuff to pander to a reviewer, so they can actually produce art that will be honest and truthful. Perhaps we'll see more works where the directors are free to interpret as their hearts desire, and speak the playwright's truth.

To me, a reviewer's job is to describe what they see, discuss the strengths and weaknesses of the piece, and do it in such a way that will encourage the theatre goer to see the show, and make up their own minds. Not wage a personal attack, or impose their own subjective opinions about it. NO ONE should ever have that kind of power. The power to make or break someone's show, career, or aspirations. Even if the show really does suck. Yes, it is like a journalist's job, where they keep their own personal opinions to themselves, and encourage people to see for themselves and draw their own conclusions.

So my final message to this person: Ma lan fan gweilo baht po! Sek si, baht po! Sei pok gai! I might be in the minority, but I'm glad you're gone! Because you've fucked with the karmas of way too many people, including mine. Good riddance. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.

A Quote

If you decide to be an actor, stick to your decision. The folks you meet in supposed positions of authority -- critics, teachers, casting directors -- will, in the main, be your intellectual and moral inferiors. They will lack your imagination, which is why they became bureaucrats instead of artists; and they will lack your fortitude, having elected institutional support over a life of self-reliance. They spend their lives learning lessons very different from the ones you learn, and many or most of them will envy you and this envy will express itself as contempt. It's a cheap trick of unhappy people, and if you understand it for what it is, you need not adopt or be overly saddened by their view of you. It is the view of the folks on the verandah talking about the lazy slaves.

From True and False: heresy and common sense for the actor, David Mamet

Social Contract Update

So, if you're going to tell me about pending or possible legal action against an employer, past or present, please spare me the details and keep me out of it. Let me know after the dust settles. Much appreciated. Thanks.

Boo hoo hoo

So, China is begging President Obama not to meet with the Dalai Lama. What the fuck ever. They play the game of 'if you meet with him, it will seriously impact our relations'. Fuck that! Sovereign nations reserve the right to meet with whomever they please, and China is no exception. I think there is a double standard here, because they rarely agree to what the west asks them to do. But I seriously think that the Central Government needs to take a pill and grow the fuck up.

So, the Central Government doesn't want people to hear what His Holiness the Dalai Lama has to say, much less other governments. Well, if he was in the PRC, then they can silence him. But he's not, so, people are entitled to hear what he has to say and understand his point of view.

Central Government, if you want to play with the world, then you better look long and hard and learn how to play by the rules everyone else is playing by, because the rules apply to you too. Whether you like it or not. And you can't just change the rules because the rules make you look like the incompetent and inept idiots you really are.

So there.

Holiday Greetings

Kung Hei Fat Choi! Happy Lunar New Year! Now where is my red packet???

Speaking of red, Happy Valentine's Day!!!

My in costume experiences at Ocean Park's Halloween Bash 2009. Variations on 'Swine Flu'.

It's A Hard Day's Night....

...And I'm working like a dog.... (From It's A Hard Day's Night, the Beatles)

So, in this economy, people who still have jobs, are working overtime, taking less vacations, and taking up second or third jobs to make ends meet.

Even with that, Americans lag behind the Japanese as far as hours worked, even though the American workers take second place behind them. But the Japanese get more vacation time than we do, and they make good use of it.

So, why is it that we work hard? Is it because of of the Calvinist work ethic: "Work hard, and you'll see the fruits of your labour"? Economic necessity? Or because we like to stay busy? Or achieve our career and financial goals in life?

For me, when I was in University, I had a full time job, went to school full time, had acting gigs on the side, on top of being in performance and/or rehearsal for local theatre productions.

And now, I work my job at WDW, and help my partner reopen our special effects business, which was destroyed by fire last September. Someone has to work to pay for the food and car insurance. When I was a full-timer, I also paid for health insurance for the two of us. And the past four summers, I did pre-production for the Hong Kong gig on top of working at WDW. Needless to say, I'm burned out. And the bills keep piling up. I tell people, "Take a number. You're not the only people that want money from me." So, where are my rewards for working so hard?

Think about this: the irony is, if you look at the front gate of Auschwitz, there is a ironwork motto that says -- Arbeit macht Frei. Literally translated, Work makes freedom, or With work, comes freedom.

For myself, the conclusion is this: you work like a dog all your life, for various reasons. Your priorities change over time.

The economy will get better. I hopefully will get a better job, or be able to get better performance/directorial/production opportunities, our business will grow and prosper. Regardless of who is governing, where we end up living, and what the priorities are.

Don't get me wrong

I LOVE the Chinese people.... They are some of the nicest, earnest and fun people to be around.

However....

I HATE the Central Government. Their policies are so backward and idiotic, not to mention baseless and lacking reason at times, they are the impediment of the progression of the People's Republic and its people.

To put it another way, there are people that will love us Americans, but hate our government for the same reason. At least they won't go to jail for saying so!

Central Government: Free Speech Now!

In an effort to control the internet, and at the same time advancing technological advances, it seems that the Central Government is actually negotiating with Google.

Access to information and the ability to comment freely on it is important for the growth of a society. Especially since the government stifles so much of it. But wasn't free speech encouraged during the early days of the founding of the Republic to discuss wrongdoings by people?

They can't have it both ways. You can't restrict speech of flow of information without some risks of your citizens trying to find a way to get around it. Then the world looks at you indignantly when you slap a 11 year sentence on someone just for trying to find information and/or speaking out. On the other hand, you have to maintain a sense of transparency so that you will maintain a sense of trust with the citizens you represent.

So, which is it? Your people will find a way to express themselves, and get information to people. Even at the expense of the central government, and at their own peril.

Wouldn't it be better to open up your doors on your own accord, rather than have external forces (in the search for a sphere of influence in Asia, western governments have forced your country and others to open up their doors) force you to? At least you get to save face and look like the heroes.

Unfortunately, it is not all that simple, because the people in the Central Government has their heads shoved up so far up their asses, they can't see the truth, and are wallowing in their self-important and deluded sense of reality.

The central government needs to get a grip

The Chinese Central Government are a bunch of fucking idiots and morons. The social contract of: we will give you peace and prosperity in return for your unquestioning obedience, is really screwed up.

If you were into true Communism, you would let the people really have a voice as to how their country is run. The concept of "Socialism, Chinese style" isn't working because it contradicts the spirit in which Mao Zedong and his followers initially created when the People's Republic was founded.

There is no equality. Liberty doesn't exist. Dissent is squashed by any means necessary. But does the Central Government realise that? I'm sure they are all aware of what is wrong, however, most are powerless to do anything about it. It's the Confucian concept of social order in place: do not critise your elders/superiors, do not speak your mind out loud, know your place, and do what you can to save face.

I applaud those who dare defy the Central Government, even at great personal peril, as they are serving the important role of being painful reminders to those in power, that all is still not great in the land governed by the People.

It would be interesting to see how China devellops in the rest of my lifetime. It seems that like any great civilisation, they are destined for a fall. It's what they do or don't do, that will make the fall fascinating to watch. After all, the Chinese traded one form of dictatorship for another. I predict that the people, in true revolutionary spirit, will ultimately rise up and demand a better government and therefore a better life. Or it would be interesting to see that Tibet, Outer Mongolia, Hong Kong and Xinjiang break away from the rest of the republic, asserting their right to self-determination. This time with the world actively supporting them and cheering them on.

Who the hell knows.... But the Central Government needs to get a clue, and fast.


http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20100212/wl_time/08599196360900

Doubt

Just finished watching Doubt. Well done movie about the Catholic Church in the 1960s, where a priest faces allegations of sexual abuse by an overzealous nun, and with an ambiguous resolution. The acting is excellent, though I didn't care much for the Reverend Mother, played too well by Meryl Streep (whom I called various names throughout the movie), as I was not very empathetic or caring about what her character wanted. Hell, I felt more empathy with her character in Devil Wears Prada, then I did in this role. Did I say the acting in this film was excellent?

But it does raise the question: how far does one go to expose wrong and achieve justice?

I received a call from someone I had trained detailing what he had went through on his second day of training. Can't go into details, but it was quite distressing. I am troubled by the abuse of power exercised by a few people, and young people today, by exercising poor judgement all around (including the poor kid). I am compelled to have a discussion with a few people about it, with the question: should I care at this moment? Or should I wait for my employers and his attorney to subpeona my ass to court?

One of the things I have been taught on one of my jobs is to always do the right thing. For the people that work under me, the people I work for, and most importantly, for myself. This is one of those grey areas. I have no clue as to how to proceed.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep well tonight. This is really disturbing. I guess what I'm afraid of is I have to watch how close I get to people. Especially when they need someone to reach out to. This is insane. Hmmmm....

The title of this blog

I was inspired by Alexandr Solzhenitsyn's book "One Day In The Life of Ivan Denisovich", where it details a day in the life of the central character, Ivan Denisovich Shukov, in a Russian Gulag during the early days of the Gulag.

It is my hope that I detail many aspects of my life: the creative, the good, the bad, the thought-provoking.... In the days of struggle of just making it through the day, especially now, at the stage of life I'm in.

So, should I rename it: "One Day In The Life of Drew Dalirovich"?

Who knew.... I should be a drag queen! LOL

Actually, I had a few chances to be one. Just wasn't interested with all the attitude, shade, drama, and all the alcohol and drug use. I was more fascinated with the art form of female impersonation, than 'living the life'. Tokyo Rose is in honour of the first house that tried to adopt me.

Haiku

Sensual rain falls/Sharing candid desires/Lovers in nature

The smell of wood burns/Fragrant in the winter air/My fireplace calls

Rain soaking all things/Makes sloshing sounds as it falls/Grey skies are speaking

Jason, I did listen

Jason,

The last time I saw you was sometime in the late 1990s in Seattle, in front of the Broadway Market. You had told me in so many words, that you saw me as a disappointment, because you said "What happened to you??? I looked up to you." I was shocked that people actually cared about what I did or didn't do. Especially you. Since you've never had taken the time to really get to know me.

In the years since, I have learned a valuable lesson: regardless of whether one cares or not, you are watched by people. There are people that care about what you do or don't do.

I have strived to be a good example of how a person should be. Grace under pressure. A model employee. The perfect boyfriend/husband. A resource for everyone to come to for advice, comfort, direction, instruction. An inspiration.

I have helped so many people over the years, the names and faces have blurred. I have lived up to your hopes of me since our last meeting, especially since in your eyes I have failed you.

It is understood where you were coming from. For young gay men in the late 80s and early 90s, there are few examples of what can one be. To many, I supposedly had it all: a student who held down a job, and still had time to fight for our civil rights, and the cause for GLBT youth in Seattle. But I am still a human being.

I wanted love. I wanted affection. I wanted admiration. And yes, I was a manslut. I wanted acceptance by my peers, young and old. And most of all, I wanted to be me. For a guy that 'had it all', that was one of the things I lacked.

I was too busy being the example, I didn't have time to grow up myself. It was a luxury for me to have the freedom to do what I wanted, when I wanted, as I wanted. People were allowed to define who I was supposed to be. When a mistake was made, people looked at me as the devil incarnate, a hypocrite, an asshole, or worse, a complete idiot.

So what did I do? I packed and moved to Portland to find myself and actually learn how to be myself and figure out what Drew wants for himself.

During my seven years in Portland, the conclusion was: that I needed to do what I needed to do, and to hell with everyone else. However, your message still rang loud and clear.

There were countless lives that were affected with my leadership, example and inspiration. And in my current role as a Trainer at WDW has made me realise how I have affected them. I was the example. I was the resource. I was the leader. I was the inspiration. The awareness that people were watching and actually caring about what was done or wasn't was magnified immensely.

From mistakes, lessons were learned. I will be myself. I will continue to be the person people expect me to be. I will be myself. Mistakes will always be made on my part; so will there be lessons learned. I will be myself.

Should people not like that, then they need to reassess what their expectations of what Drew is all about, and accept that I am who I am. Because as the song by Three Doors Down goes: "Let Me Be Myself".

You might have been "Looking Out For A Hero", but unfortunately, I am just a man, just like you. I was looking for the same. The solution at the time could have been: you could have been a real friend to me, and we could have done that for each other.

Jason, I hope life goes well for you, and that you find the heroes and examples that helped you become the man that you are today.

With sentimental regard to days gone by,
Drew

(Drew's note: Jason was a guy I knew from a long time ago, from a loose circle of guy friends I kinda sorta hung out with, within the GLBT youth community in Seattle. At the time, I didn't hang out with a lot of guys my age, since I intellectually and for the most part emotionally, had more in common with older guys.)

The Reader's Digest Version of Drew

I was born 14 September 1970 in a Seattle suburb, to Mariano Agpoon Dalire and Felicitas Indelicia Agron, Filipino immigrants. Time of birth: 7:30am. Which explains why I'm NOT a morning person, despite my supposedly cheerful and energetic demeanour.

I grew up in Kirkland, on Rose Hill, a mainly working class neighbourhood. We were one of the few families of colour that lived in my neighbourhood, which happened to be of Asian decent. I knew of two African-American families that tried to live there, and they didn't seem to last very long. But that changed when low-income housing came in the mid 1980s.

Despite trying to do everything that I was expected to do according to 'the timetable', I always seemed to stand out. Perhaps it was my upbringing, which was pretty sheltered, until I got to Junior High. I was incredibly naive. When I survived those three years, I tried to change in High School. When that failed, I suffered a long period of depression (which I didn't know I had until much later, when I became more self aware), and tried to exist in obscurity and invisibility. That is, until I came out in my Senior Year in 1988, with 9 weeks to go before graduation. More on that on a later post.

Went to Community College, inspired by my coming out, to be a journalism major. But that and being a budding gay activist, was in constant conflict, distracting me in my studies. The final straw was taking a class about the future of American mass media I was shocked and appalled. (And ironically, it went the direction the way my instructors concluded.) I dropped out of school, turned my back on activism, and moved to Portland.

That period of my life, I lovingly called my 'Seven Years of Tibet' period. Just like Brad Pitt's character in the movie, I went through many changes. It is where I 'grew up', and started to like the person I was. I gained my life's direction in this period. I went back to school and pursued a degree in Theatre at PSU.

Then I moved back to Seattle in 1999. Other than being reunited with my best friend, Mike, it was the biggest mistake of my life. Everything that did go wrong, did. Love, relationships, family, career (other than the Old Navy period). But something did change....

After talking to someone I met on AOL since 1998, I decided 3 years later to meet him. I flew to Orlando for our magical first date. I moved down 6 months later, and married him in June 2002. The next month, I started to work for Walt Disney World, at what is now known as Disney's Hollywood Studios. Never thought I'd last 7.5 years there.

I have also pursued acting, directing and producing in Orlando. I have mixed feelings about how that shaped me as a person. It has been good and bad. Check out my website at: www.drewdalire.com for a list of credits.

I also pursue other 'entertainment management experience opportunities' overseas. In Hong Kong, I'm one of the Assistant Directors for Ocean Park's Halloween Bash. It's been an OK gig, but I can get in to serious trouble for posting my true feelings in a forum like this.

I'm currently in a state of flux right now. Trying to decide whether or not I should continue to fight for a career in entertainment, or pursue a corporate life. But all will be revealed when I get back from HK in November.

So, there's the current state of things, and the Reader's Digest version of how I got to where I am now.

Social Contract

Hello,

I'm Drew. I thought long and hard about whether or not I would actually create a blog. I think it would be a great forum for me to voice my opinions, good and bad, and allow me to engage in expository/creative writing exercises.

But first, taking my lead from the show House, here's my Social Contract with you, my reader:

If I attack the Chinese Central Government, expect this blog to be blocked by their internet censors. For PC users, go to ultrareach.net and download anti-blocking software.

If you want to know my deepest and darkest secrets, this is the wrong forum. Only my closest friends know those things.

There are certain things I will be candid about, and others I won't. Please respect that.

When I say I will not go there, I will do so, and why. When I say that it will be addressed in a future entry, it will be at an appropriate time.

I will subject you to all my opinions, and welcome your feedback as long as it is CONSTRUCTIVE. I normally do voice my opinions freely in the online forums, such as this, and should be able to feel some sort of 'safety' to do that, with minimum repercussions for doing so.

In return, expect me to give you feedback on whatever you end up posting. In other words, don't dish it out, if you can't stand the heat. However, in true Drew style, I will be as tactful, diplomatic and kind as I possibly can whist doing it.

Because of that, being a 'friend' on Facebook, Twitter and MySpace or follower to this blog is conditional, though I care about and love everyone equally.

Because of that, I WILL NOT post your response if you were an employer, past or present. That includes all aspects of my life, as a WDW Cast Member, an Ocean Park Manager, a professional actor still in retirement, a legal clerk for several law firms. I will also tend to shun those who have fallen in some sort of disfavour from my past, for whatever reason.

However, friends, co-workers that want to get to know me better, and strangers (who aren't stalkers or freaks) are welcome to request to be a follower.

I will not report anything that is 'personal', unless A) it violates professional confidentiality (refer to the Cast Member Code of Conduct book you got during Traditions, or violates the non-disclosure clauses of various employers)' B) It poses harm to yourself or others, or C) violates the law, or is part of potential criminal acts. And I expect the same from you.

I do hope this will be clarify my position of why I am very selective when confirming followers, and open things up to more open communication.

And as I make more friends, expect to see this note every once in a while as a reminder to all about how I work.

Hugs,
Drew