Now I’ll never know what their training methods were!

OK, sadly it looks like I will never discover the training methods used at that place in Batley. I was meant to hear by yesterday at the latest, and still not heard a thing, ah well…I’ll have to settle for fantasies lol! At least it means “Jean” didnt get the job, and have the right to take over my mind, and body for herself lol!

But yes, you’re right, if they had asked me to sit in some strange chair, have my wrists, and ankles restrained, so I couldnt move, and had a big silver helmet lowered over my head, I wouldnt have objected in the slightest. Just the opposite, I’d have looked forward to every minute of it, but anyway…doesnt look like its going to happen, shame! I know, it almost certainly wouldnt have done anyway, but…

I really, really would love, one day, to do that as a role play at least. Reality, oh fine, but in practice, at present…But lets face it, if anyone was doing that for a shoot now, they’d probably want someone a lot younger, and prettier than me. But who knows? If someone wants a challenge though, the more realistic you can make it look, and feel, the better!

Oh, fine, one more thing. Sunday, I went to the vintage fair at Leeds, did a little bit of shopping. But of more interest to you, I had my hair curled into Marcel Waves, my make up, and eye lashes done for me. And just for you, a couple of photos!

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Now, dont you really want to get her under a sparky silver helmet, and turn her into your mindless, obedient slave? Real, or just for fun? 😉

The video. Well, I suspect if all your staff sat under that silver helmet, they would all think alike, if not look alike. So, I thought of this. I prefer the longer version of the song, but the video is to the single version, so…

Who did the interview, and what sort of staff do they want?

One of the traits of modern interviews, is the competency test, where you have to describe how you cope with various situations, and I hate them. So, given my ‘fine record’ in them recently, I decided to try something different on Friday, knowing it was going to happen.

Basically, I let ‘Jean-Bot’ loose in my mind, and literally gave her full rein to play with my mind, and tweak things accordingly, so that I could do better at these things. She’s bubbly, full of confidence (well, she is Jean Harlow, so…), and well, I thought there was no harm in trying something new. I couldnt let her do the interview though, as she does talk with a fine Kansas accent, and that might have taken some explaining away, for someone born in the UK!

So I gave her 5 minutes, just before I went in, to do as she wished, with no restraint from me. Whatever, it worked, best interview I’ve done this time around, and all that. Full of confidence, full of answers, so…no, I havent heard yet, either way, but at least this time I know I havent messed up the interview, which is great.

The other thing that amused me, was something new for me at least, a personality profiling test. About 25 groups of 4 descriptive terms, you mark the one that matches you most, and the one that matches you least, and…! There were a few terms there that amused me greatly, those being controlled, obedient, and submissive. I’m pretty sure mindless was there too, but dont quote me on that. Seriously, what kind of training methods do they use? Yes, it amused my science fiction writing self no end.

I will see with great interest (assuming I get the job) just how they do their training, but lets face it, if they want to turn me into a controlled, mindless and obedient worker, do you think I’m going to object in the slightest? 😉 Hey, I might almost be disappointed now if it isnt something like that lol!

“Please sit in this chair, let us put this headband covered in electrodes over your temples, and begin your training…”

I’d be the only one saying “Yes please, get on with it!”

The other amusing job interview moment this week was the whole ‘dressing in style’ thing. I went to an interview for a receptionist/PA role, and one of the 2 girls in front of me (we were being interviewed in pairs) was dressed in leggings, and boots, for a job interview! Seriously, when you’re trying to impress your potential employer? Ah well…

The video, well it sums up who took the interview. Was it me, or was it Jean-Bot pretending that I was in control. Might also sum up what I will be, after that training, if those personality profiling options are anything to go by!

I need to think like a robot

No, this might not be what you think, its a piece against modern interviewing techniques. Though if anyone wants to turn me into a robot before my next interview, or at least make me think like one, it might be an advantage!

In the good old days, job interviews (yes, about 40 years ago, if you must know) were more like a friendly chat, than the grilling they are nowadays. They asked questions about you, and your life. You asked questions about the workplace, hours of work etc, and if you struck gold, or looked cute enough, you got the job! Or in the case of my first place, my mothers second husband knew the bosses, found me an opening, and all it took was a little eyelash fluttering lol!

But now! The bane of my job interviews nowadays, both written (yes, I had one today), and verbally, are those “describe a situation” things, where my brain goes awol, and it takes me minutes to come up with a half decent answer, and I’m getting marked down! Aargh!

Yes, its beginning to get to me, and I feel I’m heading down the route of getting hypnotised again, if only to make me feel confident about these matters, instead of dreading the questions being asked. Yes, fine, turning me into a competent “robot”, that doesnt even contemplate these matters might be fun, and enjoyable for me, but getting it done before each interview (I guess I could have it done so I could trigger that state?) couldnt be done, and besides, would an unemotional, cold machine fare any better in the other sense? They seem to like cheeriness, and emotions as well, rolls eyes!

Irony is, in just under 3 weeks, I’ve got my beginners hypnotherapy course, a style of work I’d love to do, which doesnt really fit in with a permanent, 5 day a week, full time job! But I need the money, to pay for the course, so…can I find something temporary, for the summer, please!

I have felt the temptation to send ‘Jean-bot’ into an interview, but lets face it, however bubbly, and witty she is, she still wouldnt have the answers to those stupid questions.

So yes, I have this feeling that if I want to crack this, I need to be brainwashed, sorry, hypnotised (kidding, kidding) to cope with this issue. The temptation to do it is getting stronger.

Fine, the video. For once, nothing to do with the blog. This classic from 1976 should have been a bigger hit than it was, but I loved it. This live version from 2001 is quite something!

Someone to watch over me

Well, I had an email today from one of those agency things that we unemployed folk use, suggesting I use my blog to sell myself as a job prospect. Fine, maybe I should, though when I do the one here, I might add a couple of unlikely happenings, just to amuse you, but…I’ll do that later in the week, given I did the signing on one only 2 days ago.

So, this is probably inspired by a couple of comments over on the Garden, but also by something that happened to me, while I was on holiday.

A couple of very nice American guys over at the Garden have been bemoaning their lack of luck with the ladies over there. Having seen pictures of both, and having spoken to one of them, I cannot understand why they are so unsuccessful, but anyway…If I could, I probably would, though given I’m far older than both of them, I doubt they’d want me anyway! Even more so given my total lack of interest in sex! But anyway…

On the other hand…While I was away in Hollywood, I started getting emails from some dating site I’d never heard of, mentioning that a man was sending me messages there. No, I certainly didnt set this up, I’m certainly not interested in finding a man, but…curiosity got the better of this cat!

Yes, seemingly I had a profile there, a pretty basic one though, to be honest. And yes, there were a couple of messages, from a guy relatively close to home, wanting to chat with me. So, I sent a polite, non committal sort of reply to him, not showing any great interest, and hoped that would be that. As if!

A few more messages from him, and then, all of a sudden, half a dozen or so other guys sending me messages too!

Yes, that was my call to panic, bail out, and shut down the account. I really cant see me getting involved with anyone now romantically, and if I did, I suspect I would prefer female company, but anyway…

OK, they were all roughly my age, so that might have helped, but I still couldnt believe that so many men were interested in little old me!

Fine, if any of them had had ‘mad scientist’ as their employ, I might have got in touch, but they didnt. And yes, maybe, just maybe, I should have tried a casual date, but I couldnt get my head around the idea. So…I’ll stay single, for now. 😛

But it just amazes me, that a boring “plain Jane” like me can get all this interest, and 2 lovely guys cant get anyone. Ah well, as we Yorkshire folk would say, “There’s nowt as queer as folk”.

The video, well, if I’d taken up with one of these men, this might have been true. The great master, Frank Sinatra,

Double Whoopee (1929) – An actress’ point of view

This post is part of the Shorts Blogathon, hosted by the queen of all things silent film related, Fritzi Kramer. Check out her Movies Silently website to dig into other bite-sized goodness!

Given that @moviessilently has already covered this film with an excellent review, at http://moviessilently.com/2015/03/01/double-whoopee-1929-silent-film-review/ I decided to tackle this piece in a slightly different way. Supposedly, this is the film where an agent saw Jean Harlow working, and suggested her to audition for the role in “Hell’s Angels”, and as they say, the rest is history.
So I ‘invited’ Jean to tell us the story of the movie from her point of view, as follows.

Double Whoopee (1929) – An actress’ point of view

When I first walked into the studio, and was offered a part in the movie, I didn’t think a lot about it. They showed me the script: pretty standard Laurel-and-Hardy slapstick stuff, in which I would lose part of my dress, not for the first time in my life. Hey, it was a paycheck, a couple of days’ work for a small-time actress, not the sort of part I tended to turn down … at the time.

Hey, they even offered my friend, Clara, a bit part, too, so both of us would eat for a few days after this.

As I say, the movie was nothing special, and if it wasn’t for future events, it probably wouldn’t have survived very long, and certainly not been remembered nearly a century later. But …

The plot? Oh, fine. Stan and Ollie go to a hotel, to start work as a footman and doorman, respectively. Thing is, they arrive, just as some Highness from some distant country arrives at the hotel, and people think they are the royalty. The staff fawn over them until Ollie hands over the letter of introduction, and then things change. They get sent off to get ready for work, and the real Highness and his main man sign into their suites, then head to the elevator. The royal gets in the lift, then gets asked to make a brief speech. He then goes to get back into the lift. In between, Ollie has called the elevator, and the VIP falls down to the bottom of the shaft. Yes, you’ve guessed it, by the time he’s been rescued, and the elevator called, Stan is now ready for work.

Repeat formula!

Next, Ollie gets to test his doorman’s whistle, and of course, the cab driver thinks it’s genuine business, and drives up. Standard annoyance, with a warning to Ollie, follows, and he drives off.

Meanwhile, inside the hotel (just a movie set), it’s my friend’s time to do her thing with Stan. She and her man for the night are getting ready to go out. Stan puts his coat on, and it doesn’t look right, so he tries to adjust it. Tugs underneath his coat, out comes his shirt. Yes, it was rigged: the moment Stan put the slightest pressure on it, it would come away—a bit like most of my dresses, but anyway …
He undoes his coat, Clara looks duly shocked at the sight of his shirtless body, and that’s it, her pay is earned for the day.

So then it’s back outside, and building up to my big moment. First though, Stan tries out Ollie’s whistle, and the same cab driver pulls up: another false alarm. Much pulling of clothing, including that of a policeman, ensues, and the cab driver rushes off.

By now, Clara has returned, recovered from her “shock” in time to watch me do my thing. The cab ride, about 20 yards! Firstly they open the cab drivers door, then finally get to letting me out. Ollie sees this glamorous blonde get out, and rushes to act the gentleman. I look flattered, take his arm, and he instructs Stan to shut the cab door behind me. Yes, you guessed it, not all of the dress was out of the cab, and I reveal a little more leg than a lady normally would. The pretence is that nothing happened, and Ollie escorts me to the hotel desk, where I start to book in. Then, and only after much effort, do we all discover that I’m revealing my legs, as the back of my dress has been torn away. I look duly shocked, exit right, and that’s it. Like I said, it’s a pay check.

Another scene with the lift, as Stan and Ollie leave the job in disgrace, and in all truth that’s pretty much it. As I said, a pretty standard twenty-minute slapstick short that would never win any awards, and would soon be forgotten, I had no doubt. But, it was money, and struggling actresses don’t object to getting paid a day’s wages for an hour of work!

Oh fine, yes, you’re right; it’s still around today. And most of the reason for that isn’t Stan, or Ollie, it’s me. Let’s face it, they had to add me to the credits a few years after the release.

What I knew was that silent movies were in decline. The big new thing was talkies. What I didn’t know at that point was that Howard Hughes was making a big movie, called “Hell’s Angels,” and that he was planning to remake it as a talkie. The thing was, the actress in the part of Helen was some Swedish lady, whose accent was never going to work with audiences. So, he decided he needed to find another actress for the role.

Equally, what I didn’t know was that he had agents out everywhere looking for the woman who could replace her. One of them was around the set of “Double Whoopee” that day and saw me. No idea why (even I admit I wasn’t the world’s greatest actress), but he saw something, got me an audition, and I got the role.

That’s why, a year later, an extra name got added to the credits of “Double Whoopee.” Up until then, only Stan and Ollie were credited, but, because of an actress who had made it big, they added my name to the screen. Didn’t get me any extra pay, but, by then, that was less of a concern.

Oh, what’s that, my name? Well, I was born Harlean Carpenter, but you’ve probably heard of me by another name. Yes, that’s right: Jean Harlow.

I have no idea if Double Whoopee really was my big break, or whether I was just in the right place, at the right time, but anyway …

So yes, the film is worth watching if you really like Laurel and Hardy, or if you want to see Jean Harlow’s moment that made her. You can find it at

Let’s face it, it’s not the most leg that I showed in a movie, but …

(And yes, honest, I told Stevie Nicholls all this. If you believe that … 😉 )

(Oh, and an additional footnote: I have no strict evidence that the lady mentioned as Clara was, in fact, Clara Johnson, another bit part actress from that era, whom I discovered under regression was me in a previous life. That was just a fun bit, a cameo for me.)

A little bit of life, and a guest blogger

OK, firstly the boring bit, its now official, I’m out of a job. I know, I packed up over 4 weeks ago, but the payment of my notice period has now come to an end, so as I havent yet found a new job, I went and signed on to get unemployment benefits today. Yes, I knew it wouldnt be easy, especially at my age, but even so…I was hoping it wouldnt come to this, but the deed has now been done.

Officially, I have 13 weeks in which I only ‘have’ to look for job options in my fields of experience (which pretty much means call centres/customer service nowadays), but after that, I have to look at all reasonable options. Luckily for some, that doesnt include working in the escort field, so men are safe from my charms lol!

Equally (but perhaps sadly), it does mean they wont send me off to turn me into a mindless, obedient robot just yet either. Ah well, cant have everything, I guess? 😉 Fingers crossed that I will find something long before the end of July anyway.

But if anyone wants to make an old lady happy, with a nice, decent job offer, then feel free to do so. Equally, if anyone wants me to be their Marion Davies, while they play my William Hearst (check Google, if you dont know), then feel free to say so!

If anyone seriously knows how to turn me into a robot, send messages urgently! 🙂

Oh, tomorrow, you get a guest blogger on here. Well, strictly I will be posting it (on both boards), but on behalf of a stunning blonde, who died a few years ago. The answer to this mystery, you’ll find out tomorrow! Lets just say, this video involves a very cryptic clue! 😉