Friday, November 18, 2005 aggle aggle aggle
The rest of my life is going pretty well, so far. A couple of the regulars at the beauty parlor said they'd be sad to see me go. I keep getting these flashes of pre-nostalgia for weird little aspects of my workday. "Inexplicable bathroom grafitti [A sad banana in a life ring, out at sea]! Come back to me! Favorite bank teller: how do you smile so much? Oh, Columbia Beauty Supply deliveryman, I'll miss you most of all. " I was bored before closing today and so I looked through a week's worth of the appointment book and tried to tally how many names instantly conjured up a face and a series of anecdotes. It was in the thirties, but my tally system was off. I couldn't figure out how not to cheat, because, you know, it was last week's appointments, so coming up with faces wasn't that hard.
The rest of my life is going to take forever, though. I wish you could quit and give three minutes' notice. I don't know that a year or so as a receptionist needs this much of a special farewell retrospective. Maybe I should get snow leopards to drape around my neck as I spend the next couple weeks taking appointments and sweeping up hair. Maybe I should pretend to be sick, or that I forgot the location of my workplace. What are they going to do, fire me?
I can't stay mad at the beauty parlor, though. Today a man (who had once gotten kind of irate with me over an appointment boook fuck-up that was in no way my fault: I see and remember all) brought my boss a gift. It was a plastic donkey that was hollow inside. You pressed on the ears, and cigarettes rolled out of its butt. She showed it to me, and I found myself saying in all sincerity, "That is so sweet! That is perfect." posted by Frenz | 11/18/2005 08:58:00 PM
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