And I know I say it often, but it’s because it’s true.
I get to make memories for people. I get to help them relax and enjoy the time they spend at my work. I am the face for an entire brand of luxury hotels and resorts.
Today I drove the lunch-lady home because she missed the last bus. She told me all about her grandchildren and her son and how much she loves coming to work.
Tonight I’m driving to Phoenix because a guest left her child’s bouncy seat and she wouldn’t be able to drive back for a few days.
Earlier I met my Bell Captain’s step-daughter and he honestly made me felt like his own son and it meant a lot to me.
I got to run the Front Drive and Bell Desk tonight. That sense of responsibility means a lot to me.
Work is my oasis from my regular life. When I clock in for my shift, I don’t need to worry about my parents screaming at me, the drama going on between friends and family, or any of my thoughts. I’m busy, surrounded by coworkers that are practically family, doing something I love, and getting paid for it.
And you know what, I don’t care if everything else I do is crappy. I’ve got my struggles at home, but I’ve got one crutch to lean on, and that’s my job.
Leonardo DiCaprio does the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge
"Hello from Lake Athabasca, we’re here learning about the Canadian tar sands. We took a moment to join the #IceBucketChallenge movement in support of the ALS Association. My friends Chief Adam of the Athabasca Chipewyan First Nation challenges Dave Collyer president of Canadian Association of Petroleum Producers, Chief Courtoreille of the Mikisew Cree First Nation challenges Mark Little of Suncor Canada and Sierra Club President Michael Brune challenges Shell CEO Ben van Beurden."
This is the email I woke up to. Terrifying.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do at this point. Within ten minutes of sounding the alarm via Twitter, my account had been restored, but I’m one of the lucky ones. I have the privilege of asking tens of thousands of people to write into Tumblr on my behalf, and I can only imagine how helpless someone might feel who woke up to the same letter with no way to do anything about it.
I went back and searched through my old email address. Sure enough, under the “Social” tab of a gmail account that I never use anymore were a handful of Tumblr DMCA notices, all originating from some sniveling cunt stain named Jeremy Banks of the IFPI. I saw none of the notices until this morning, not that it would have mattered, because they were all for songs that I posted years ago.
I’ve been posting music for over half a damn decade. I have no idea what songs Jeremy Banks is suddenly going to give a shit about. Short of deleting every song I’ve ever posted, there’s nothing I can do to retroactively protect myself from this kind of arbitrary account termination.
Shit, we all post music. We all click the little box. We all know damn well that we don’t own the copyright, but we do it anyway. We’re not stealing. We’re not making money off the backs of musicians. We’re sharing our favorite songs with our friends.
God damn, I’m still shaking from all the adrenaline. I’m genuinely upset right now. People are suggesting that I export my blogs and migrate to independent hosting, but I don’t want to have to do that.
I love Tumblr. I love the community it fosters. I love my dashboard full of people I follow, and I love the interactions I have with all the people who follow me. I don’t want to leave Tumblr, but I don’t want to be so beholden to the whims of some DMCA termination robot either.
At the very least, I need to find a way to separate and protect Dear Coquette and my other blogs where I’ve never posted any music.
Ugh. This is not good. This is not good at all.
Tumblr is handling this appallingly.
HOW. THE FUCK. CAN WE. BACK UP. OUR TUMBLRS??!!??!!
Pretty please. Tumblr. Yahoo. Please. It is asinine that this isn’t an obvious option.