Like Macbeth sans incestual humping

Oh you guys. I havn't been writing like a champ lately. For the two of you that care, I'm sorry. But I've really, truly been way busy. I finally found a job. And it's really pretty lucky that I wasn't able to get one sooner, cause I would have stopped looking. See, now I'm a receptionist at a salon. Could I ask for better experience than that? No. Between the 12 and a half months I'll spend on the floor [meaning I'll be doing hair] at school and working at the salon (which I'll call "Snipities"), I'll be totally prepared to get out there and do a really good job by the time I graduate. Either that, or I'll be burned out on the whole business and move to Spain. Ahhh.....Spain.

Anyway, I'm definetly underpaid. I make a big fat $6 an hour. Aannndd, it takes me 45 minutes to get there. I kinda like the drive when I'm headin' to work because it gives me time to catch my breath. But coming home is a different story. By the end of the day, my feet are absolutely worthless. I'm on them ALL DAY LONG. It's worse at work than at school because at school, there are so many smoke breaks. But, like, yesterday after working ten hours, I was limping out to my car. I literaly had to take off my shoes and tap the bottoms of my feet, cause I couldn't feel them. My heels were totally numb. It's steadily improving though.

But I like this gig. The one really bad part about it is that some of the stylists have a great big chip on their shoulder about me. Or, rather, about the fact of my job. See, Snippities is pretty new. And they've only recently hired two receptionists. Before that, the stylists had to do everything themselves. You'd think that my helping hand would be appreciated (the title 'receptionist' is misleading...It's more like 'salon wench.' I spend the majority of my time running around cleaning and organizing and getting stuff the stylists need--all with a smile on my face mind you.) But no, the stylists don't see it that way. The have so much resentment because of one teeny tiny facet of my job--taking their tips from the customers and putting them in the safe, where only the manager can get at them.

It seems that, until I arrived on the scene, someone had been making a little cash on the side. By swiping it from everyone else's tip money and occasionally from the register. So now I take tips (from the customer, it's not like I go back and take it off their station), seal them up in an envelope, label it and drop it in the safe. One woman in particular has a huge problem with all that. So guess who everyone thinks was stealing the cash? And guess who breaths down my neck when the manager isn't there? And guess who maliciously (and obviously) tryed to make it look like I'd messed up the drawer my second day there? Yeah, the wicked witch of the west side.

Damn, I hope she doesn't work today.


In other news, my 20th birthday was thursday. I can hardly believe how fast I'm growing up:) My birthday itself sucked way bad. All my friends except S forgot. BF didn't even think to call off for that day. And I generally wasn't made a fuss over--the first time that's happened. Mom and RL Wriggle gave me my presents the day before. And Dick Lucas just threw some cash at me. When I went shopping to buy much-needed clothes with that money I was, you guessed it, alone, all alone. I just always have high expectations for holidays. So that holiday-anticipation molecule in my brain was the last to get the messege that if you have low expectations, you won't be disapointed--generally the status quo in these parts. Why do you think I'm so giddy half the time? Cuz I don't expect anything good. So when I see good things, I say "Yayyyyyy!" right out loud.

Speaking of good things, yesterday on the way to work I passed 1 mommy deer with 2 babies, 1 mommy deer with 1 baby and a flock of geese with lotsa lotsa babies. Actually, the geese passed me more than I passed them. Those things are fearless. I guess the geese on the west side havn't gotten the goosey messege that I ran over one of their own on a golf cart once. I THOUGHT IT WOULD MOVE!!