Wednesday, August 11, 2004 I was born in a beauty salon*
When I went and got my hair cut the other day, I applied for a job at the salon, because the lady told me to. Today they called and I had my first training shift. My duties include answering the phone and sweeping up human hair.
In many ways I cannot think of a job to which I am less suited: perhaps "wacky morning zoo DJ." For years, my mother cut my hair, and then I cut my hair. I would let friends cut it, and sometimes they were drunk.
Maybe they liked my "can-do" attitude, or they figured I was probably pretty good at sweeping.
I hope this job won't interfere with my more creative non-paying jobs, but I don't see how it would.
I am going to lord this over everyone next time I got to Save A Lot.
*I think I have already used this subject line, but is totally a classic, so I figured you wouldn't mind reading it again, internet. posted by Frenz | 8/11/2004 10:18:00 PM
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