this is me and young dico. isn't he handsome?
so i'm on the phone w/my mother and we're just congering up some 'witches of eastwick' type brooding (my family is quite witches by blood, both sides, so bad things often come of that whole brooding thing). why is the human race, as a whole, so corrupt and evil? i know evil, and it is in the form of a man. a man who is a fucking hairdresser. most of you know who and what i speak of, some of you have come in contact with the meltingfaced devil. anyway, i'm just amazed that some people are so fucking miserable and what, BORED? with their lives that they find it necessary to act like 7th graders and talk smack about people who they haven't seen in many a year. i'm not even going to go there, cuz i am blocking it from my brain so as not to have a hemmorage, but seriously. FUUUUCK OFFFFFFF!
and to commemerate my pure and burning hatred i am going to republish (?) something that i wrote in Draconian Sunshine about 5 years ago:
The Top Ten Reasons I Hate My Job:
1. The people there are all uneducated in many ways, are slightly white trash, very loud and obnoxious, and although its not a terrible thing to have not gone to college, its very annoying when you have to take 2 (difficult) finals in one day, and have to go into work, and have these uneducated, white trash HAIRDRESSERS make faces at you because you’re 15 minutes late (hey bitch, try taking a final that isn’t related to cutting hair, then coming to work after. Good luck!)
2. The people there are unattractive, have funny hair (one girl had weird blond hair that is never brushed and the owner is BALD with a dumb comb over) yet have the fucking nerve to come up to me and my lovely curly hair and say, “What happened to you, did you get caught in a wind tunnel?”
3. Yes, I understand it is a very upscale hair salon (!) but really, contain your jealousy. I got my hair cut and colored at a spa in Stamford, and because this place is their number one ENEMY/competition, the owner (refer to Man With Comb Over) tells me they RUINED MY HAIR. “You do know that you’re hair is ruined right?”
4. And I am not kidding when I say that the other day my eyebrows were not properly tweezed and one of the girls came up to me and said “My God! Look at your eyebrows. You look like a Neanderthal.” Yes, the girl told me I looked like a NEANDERTHAL.
5. I am a part-time receptionist. The full-time receptionist doesn’t like me being there. She is insane. She whines all the time and threatens to leave and quit and retire. She is in her 50s. She acts like a 16 year old whose boyfriend is not paying her enough attention. I am scared.
6. When I couldn’t be there one Saturday because I was going to visit my sister in Boston, my 18-year-old sister covered for me. Remember the Bald Man With the Comb Over? Well, the first thing he said to my sister was, “Oh, how cute, you came in with your hair two different colors just like your sister.”
7. I don’t fit in because I don’t wake up 4 hours early to primp and put on make up. I don’t put on enough make up to be a drag queen. I am not a Barbie. I am not a snob. I am not a creep. I am a free spirited individual who sometimes dyes my hair with pretty colors. Or just bleaches it. But I cannot here, because I will be yelled at.
8. Case in point: last week my boyfriend’s punk band was performing. I put temporary purple in my hair. I didn’t wash it out before going to work, and this one girl (refer to White Trash) yelled at me, “What the Hell did you put in your hair?” and the Bald Man’s alcoholic wife said, “What did you think it was Halloween?”
9. After New Years this year, the full-time receptionist took 2 weeks off, leaving me there alone. When she came back, she made a list of all the mistakes I made, and taped it to her desk for everyone to see. The main point was to show Bald Man with Comb Over that I am not as fucking good as she is.
10. Do you really need another reason I hate this job? I mean, they are degrading, make mean comments about my looks, and are just horrible, rude people. I am a sensitive person, so imagine how I almost cried the day I was alone at the desk, taking a phone call appointment, and Bald Man with Comb Over *yelled* at me for not immediately taking care of a paying customer. I was ON THE PHONE BOOKING AN APPOINTMENT you piece of shit. But if you insist on a number ten reason I’ll give you the most putrid reason of all. I recently got engaged, and I have the most beautiful ring ever. I am not a big diamond girl, I prefer moonstones and mood rings to be quite honest. But here I am with the greatest boyfriend in the world, who sacrificed a lot to get me this beautiful one-carat ring. And Mr. I am Bald and have a very unfashionable Comb Over remarked that it was “cute.” He then proceeded to tell me that I should wear on of the very large, very gaudy cubic zirconium rings that they sell at the salon, since my ring was so small, and he remarked that my fiancé would “never notice the difference.” Yea like the kid didn’t work his ass off to get me this ring, which means more to me than anything…go ahead. Make fun of it. Asshole. I hate everything about this job. It’s horrid.
i just want to point out that after i wrote this, i became the full-time receptionist cuz i drove the old woman to quit, and i wasted away for 4 more years in the hellhole. and i'm not going to lie. while i still never got up hours early to primp, i made sure my (eventually perfect and blond) hair was always blown out and that i looked presentable. while i was there i started to loose myself. my brain melted and started to rot out of my skull. yet i was making serious dough, so i stayed...cuz i was getting married and wanted to save $$ then cuz i couldn't quit, the job market was too bad then cuz i would be screwing them over but THEN i got knocked up (HEHEHE) and left a month early (cuz the asshole wouldn't buy the 500 lb. preggo comfortable fucking chairs to sit in) and never looked back. and i'm in SUCH a better place now, i love what i do and i'm so happy. yet he's stil fucking talking shit about me and my family...to my UNCLE for fuck's sake?! and my grandmother has this fucking obsession with him. my mother told her to tell him that he was on becky's wedding list (cuz he WAS) and now that all this shit went down, he's off. (this is the god's honest truth) and my grandmother (grandmere. if you know her, you get it)is like, "oh, don't make that decision yet."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i know, i said i wouldn't get into it, but i just had to get it off my chest :{
and also, i was just talking to lyzz about other annoyances, mostly from THAT SUMMER, and some fucked up shady bullshit that has started to circulate. all i'm saying is that i am doing a LOT for this wedding already, as is andy, and if there is any nonsense with the other dickholes who are in the wedding party, i will have to lay down some severe punishment.
crikey.
andy is currently at iona doing stuff for grad school! i am so happy to be done, and it SUCKS for him that he's just getting started. just kidding, at first its good. its at the end of 2 years that you're ready to kill.
speaking of which, instead of writing my paper that's due wednesday, i'm going to boston for the weekend.
senioritis.
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