Thursday, October 07, 2004 a funny thing happened at the beauty parlor
I never remember any anecdotes from the day when I work. I do the same things over and over, and it's all pretty much the same: hair, laundry, hair, the phone, smiling. It's my beautiful life. I also sharpen pencils. I wear them down to useless stubs, because somebody keeps buying the kind whose points disintegrate upon contact with paper: yes, paper. I have no computer at work. There are no computers in the store, unless someone brings one from home. We are barbarians. However, the big hairshow is this weekend. For some reason, I'm going, although a phone show or a cheerfulness show would be more appropriate to my own position at the salon. But my boss, baby's, got to have it! so all the employees, even the lowliest of us, were given tickets. I can't wait. There will be cocktails beforehand and a dance party afterwards. Who would not want to party with co-workers?
Also, sitting around and drunkenly making fun of stupid haircuts was like, all I did in college.
This is: poetic justice. Clearly, I should have spent the time I'd allocated for meanness and booze on trips to the career center. If I ever see my past self from that era, I'm going to stick out my foot and trip her when she walks by. But that's mainly for the tattoos. posted by Frenz | 10/07/2004 04:29:00 PM
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