August 27, 2003
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Well, it's been a long week!
We spent the weekend in Kent, WA. G had a show at Pacific Raceways, playing keyboards for the band that was backing a Neil Diamond impersonator. It was really fun! They put us up at the Hilton, too! Niiiiiiiice! On the way to the Hotel, we went a little further north to Seattle, and G bought his first Utilikilt!!! I'm so excited! He's been wearing it ever since, too! I'm so proud! I think that he's a convert. I'm all for it!
So, I know that this is very snobbish, but I really hate working with dumb people. And maybe they aren't dumb, as in, can't do math, or read, but they DO DUMB things! It really drives me crazy! New girl at the store, yesterday, completely out of dress code, which I wouldn't be such a stickler about, except that she's wearing a tank top that doesn't conceal her well "rounded" midriff, or her bra straps. She chews tobacco, and she was cutting a customers hair with a big wad in her lip. That was the last straw for me. I told the manager that she needed to get her act together quick. A BIG WAD OF CHEW IN HER LIP!!!!!! DEEEEEE-sgusting!!! I mean, I know it's just a chain hair cut joint, (we're not some fancy shmancy big name salon, or anything) but can we TRY to dress like a professional, and not like we just woke up rolled out of bed, and threw on some clothes to go get the mail???? Puuuleeeease. I'm ranting, I know, but I have to WORK with her. ugh. Hopefully she'll be reasonable.
AND....there is the matter of our non-existant management. The assitant manager just went on maternaty leave, and the manager booked herself out for a week for vacation. Um...it's back to school time!! A little help would be NICE!!!
*sigh*
I really need to chill out and just do my job. I DON'T want to be the manager. I DON'T want to be the manager. I DON'T want to be the manager.
My son had a breakthrough today! All day with underpants instead of a diaper, and NO ACCIDENTS!! HURRAY!!!!! I'm very VERY excited about this! We cleaned his room out today, too....maybe the two things are related? We took out the evil anti-Feng shui shelving that was blocking everything up, and he really like it. In fact, he went in there to play for, like and hour, and he NEVER does that. It was very cool! I think it at least helped him be more relaxed and comfortable. He didn't even leak while napping! *mama does the happy dance*
This week, major grind...40 hours! Ack! I'm not ready for full time, dammit! I guess I better get ready, though, cause here it comes...
Comments (1)
hooray for your feng-shui victory! hooray hooray!
no, you DON'T want to be the manager. you really, really don't. in that chain, being the manager just means you get stuck with more of the crap work for almost no more money. plus, they'd probably insist you were paid salary! don't do it, jess! don't do it!
greg is damn fine looking in that utilikilt. just to show you didn't marry him for his money. geordie's into sarongs lately and i am SO all for THAT. so's jeremy, i think. i think geordie turning up to the cocktail party in one set him off. a guy's gotta have a tribe, after all.
that's it! we can be the Free People's Community Farm! bras will be abandoned right along with the men's pants! hooray! hooray for freedom!
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