Cinderella Love #13 (December 1953). These pages are so idealized and show a really professional working environment that is not really representative of many of the offices of the 50s I have heard of. I wonder if issue #14 had more tips for the career women of 1953 like, “So the boss grabbed your ass, shut up and take it.” and “Wolf Whistles: Pretend you like them and avoid unemployment.”
I see that I was not alone. I actually had an entire week of Hayley Mills posts all lined up that would lead up into today and her big birthday bash. It was going to be a great week of stories, videos, pictures, appreciation and worship of the all-awesome actress Hayley Mills. But it was not to be. A flare-up of problems in my back rendered me unable to do much more than stand or lay down. Sitting for more than a few minutes at a time was out of the question as it caused excruciating pain throughout my lower back and legs. A peaceful night of sleep was an impossible dream. I was able to work, but barely, only because I stand and walk all day. The drive in and back home was a nightmare. Every minute seated in the car was worse than the one before and I was quick to scream at other drivers for going slower than the speed limit. The pain was so bad the the other day while driving that I actually dialed the phone number from off the back of a tree service truck and started shrieking at the receptionist, demanding she call her vehicle and have them drive 65 instead of 40 miles per hour so I can spend less time in the car. Oh yeah, it hurt that bad.
So in spite of the great health plan offered by the Hayley Mills Celebratory Complex and Learning Hospital I just wasn’t able to sit in a chair long enough to update the site. But thanks to many unique and powerful pills I am steadily improving and should be puttering around the Hayleydome as before with no pain pretty soon.
It is in times of adversity that you learn who your friends really are. Not being one to cry and whine about things, people did notice that I was not doing so well and were pretty supportive.
This is how one of the conversations with a co-worker went:
C0-Worker: You really look like you are in pain. Anything I can do to help?
Me: Thanks, but no. Wait. Yes. Pick up that scrap of paper on the floor.
Co-Worker: Okey-doke! Are you taking anything for it? Like medicine? What are those good painkillers? Vistin? Viox? Let me think…
Me: You mean…Vatican?
Co-Worker: Yeah! That’s it! Vatican. Vatican works real good if your back hurts.”
Me: The Vatican is where the Pope lives, you bonehead. You mean Vicodin.
Co-Worker: Well, you don’t have to be so mean.
Me: You don’t have to be so stupid.
Agony makes me grouchy. The un-supportive a-holeoids I’m going to remember and will have sweet, sweet revenge on them a bit later.
But Hayley is not about Hate, so as the pills kick in the anger fades and I remember what it was that brought us all here today: