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Bad Day (attn: Rinn)

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 05:30:29 GMT

Nearly missed my second bus. Lost my transfer. While listening to mean message from boss, the door shut in my face and I had to run to the front of the bus, and ask the driver to stop.

I wrote a note to my new manager yesterday, explaining that I will work the current schedule as is (two weeks), but that on future schedules, I need another day off, that it is just too hard for me to work 7 days a week. Well, in the above mentioned mean message, she said that, while she sympathizes with how hard it must be for me to work 7 days a week, I did put Saturday through Wednesday on the availability section on my application. When I finally got to work, I learned that the end of the message, which I missed as I was jumping off the bus, said not to come in because it was slow. So I went back and forth with her, trying to explain the situation. OK, so she knew right off the bat that I work someplace else on Thursdays and Fridays. I also clearly stated that I would be part-time. Wouldn't someone with a shred of common sense realize that I was not going to work 7 days a week? Give me a fucking break. And, since when does part-time entail working 5 days a week every week? And does the availability on an application assume that you will work every day you are available? It was my understanding that I was simply telling her the days I would absolutely not be available. I think sending me home today was to let me know that I am expendable. However, I know that I am not. They had a big open house last week for new stylists to come in and apply. Zero stylists came in to apply. She has 3 employees to keep the place staffed seven days a week, and can't get anyone else to work there. I think it is safe to say that she has no power over me. However, I'm pretty sure I will go in and find my hours slashed to nothing, as I have already been witness to her vindictive nature. I am considering e-mailing the district manager and letting her know about the idiocy that goes on with our brain-dead manager.

And then...

I finally got home after I got hold of my mom to come get me. Had a fun afternoon playing with Indy the Bear. I put on The Lion King to keep him interested in something while I cooked dinner. He was dancing to one of the songs, laughing and smiling at me over the counter, and then he fell face first into the wooden table that holds our printer. There was blood everywhere. We ended up in the emergency room, though we soon realized this was unnecessary. He had a split lip, and the upper frenulum was torn away from the gum. The doc said that it would heal best on its own. He's the sweetest little bear. He woke up a while ago, crying and we gave him some motrin and he is seepin' with his daddy now.

Erich got a new medication, and he goes back next week. We have a date tomorrow, sushi and an Escher exhibit. We are working at it. I will wear cropped jeans and black & white shirt. And new cute panties from a "make me feel better" shopping expedition at LB today.

Typing test next week, then send application in. I really must get this job. If I don't hear anything by November, I will quit Cool Cuts and try another place. Maybe job hop at different salons for a while. Season 8 has been such a salve for me these last few days.

Old ladies tomorrow. Please, the fates, let them be nice!

Now, I am cleansed, and may (hopefully) sleep.

Why I'm waiting on Animaniacs.

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 14:13:21 GMT

From disc 1 of season 8:

"Maybe we're all a little crazy. I know I am."
"..his twisted twin obsessions are his plot to rule the world, and his employees' health."
"Soo Laazy."
"Are they talkin' about the bordello?"
"Can I borrow a feeling? Could you lend me a jar of love?"

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 12:36:54 GMT

Up at an ungodly hour to take Manda to Weight Watchers before work. She has absolutely earned it.

Indy is using his legs like a sucker.

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 00:22:42 GMT

We see this guy every morning taking Erich to work. We always wondered.

http://insidewoodland.com/sunnyday.cfm

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 21:16:14 GMT

Tori is my sanity.
Buffy is my gift.
The Simpsons is my laughter.
Indy is my reason.
Erich is my light.
Marinn is my anchor.
Mom is my defense.
Manda is my succor.

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 03:01:54 GMT

It was awful. My first day that was supposed to ease me into the job. I immediately had a screaming first haircut with an irate mom who waited too long, a cash register mistake and my manager made me lose my tip (half of my hourly pay), followed by a worse screamer and I had to stay twice as long as I was supposed to because someone went home sick. I'm making $9 an hour, and I used to make $7 for every haircut. My back is killing me. I snapped at Indy in the car and cried all the way home. I don't think I can do this for very long.

Fri, 28 Jul 2006 03:48:59 GMT

Got the job. Bad pay, but shouldn't be too stressful.

Ken Jennings replied to my comment on his message board. Swoon!

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 22:53:07 GMT

How can so much happen so quickly?

She called, and it was as I suspected, as I feared. Get a job. They won't even take us otherwise. We currently have no means to pay the nearly $1,000 per month required for us to catch up on our debt.

So, the fun is over I realize. No more hanging out with the boy, lavishing in the snuggles, and ball games, Sesame Street and puzzles. So a quick on-line app to Cool Cuts 4 Kids (yeah, that's right-"4"), and now I have a job interview tomorrow. I haven't had a job interview for 9 years. It's kids. Not any different from working with seniors. It might even be fun. If I survive the interview.

If, however, we can come up with the money each month, we could be out of debt in four years. We could move to a nicer neighborhood before Indy starts school. do it for him

Thu, 29 Jun 2006 04:14:35 GMT

Portland tomorrow. I feel good because I got everything done in less time than I expected and we are pretty much ready to go. I still can't believe we are doing this, though, not paying our bills and going out of time with barely enough money to get by. It seems so reckless. Oh well, it may be the last time my whole family is together. When we get back, we have to do something about our credit cards. I am so scared of that, but it has to be done.

Wed, 21 Jun 2006 00:30:13 GMT

Tuesday. Heavy and hot from being in the pool. Pool of a friend. I have friends. How did that happen? Indy didn't so much like the swimming, though he had moments of fun chewing on some plastic fish. House is a mess so that I must once again clean all day on Wednesday. Every week the same. Over 20 pounds lost now, consistently losing 4 weeks in a row. Must stay on track.

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 14:30:21 GMT

Indiana is the most frustrating, wonderful, exhausting, amazing, horrible, fantastic, incredible experience. He's like Disneyland in that way.

Wed, 07 Jun 2006 23:33:20 GMT

I hate mean people, even when they are old ladies. No, especially when they are old ladies. Old ladies should be nice. And not yell at me.

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 03:28:24 GMT

I bought 23 dollar moisturizer. It had better change my life. Also, delicious Weight Watchers cakes, which already have.

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 15:47:39 GMT

Baby crawling all over me at 4:00 in the morning. Husband crawling all over me last night was better. He says we need to talk about the letter, but never right now. I say, well, are you attracted to me or not? He says, absolutely, yes (and I believe him). I say, you're already being nicer, not snapping at me, so what is there to talk about?

I get to eat today.

He really does love you.

The baby is causing trouble. Perhaps eating something that will make him sick.

Thu, 01 Jun 2006 00:16:32 GMT

Roses. "I love you and I promise I'll work to make everything better."

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 16:10:25 GMT

Our beautiful sucker fish died last night. He was a year and a half old. He outlived, like, 20 neons. I'll miss him.

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 15:48:04 GMT

Thirty. Years. Old. Staying home, the money is all gone and rent is due today. I cleaned like a maniac so I could stay home and snuggle the boy, not having to put him down for dishes or laundry or other crappy things. He still snores away in the bed now. Unusual for me to get up before him. Somehow Erich left $30 on the table with a card, cookies and balloons. All I can figure is that he got money from my mom. What to do with $30? Like a mule with a spinning wheel. I have 2, exactly 2 Cadbury Eggs.

Sun, 19 Feb 2006 19:06:56 GMT

Yesterday, we went to a beautiful wedding at which there was the greatest thing ever- a chocolate fountain. Erich spent much time talking to the chocolate fountain people and we brought home 3 1/2 pounds of left over chocolate.

weigh in 3

Fri, 03 Feb 2006 21:39:48 GMT

I lost another 3 pounds, bringing my total to 20.4. This means I get another cup of coffee. But I'm sick and had tremendous amounts of fast food for lunch. I canceled my afternoon appointment today, which may mean I can't make the car payment, but somehow we paid the rent, so maybe another miracle will occur. I broke down and called the doctor and am taking Indy in this afternoon. My head is pounding and oozing and swollen and horrible.

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 01:42:53 GMT

I want my turn to be sick now. I've slept less in the last two nights than when we brought the kid home. He just cries. He doesn't understand why he can't breathe, why he doesn't feel right. An awful little cry that turns into heartbreaking screams, and nothing we can do.

Rent is due today and we don't have it. Maybe we can figure something out. I guess we'll have to. And I screwed up the shipping prices on my ebay stuff and will probably lose money. And I'm not even trying to do weight watchers today. If I fuck up this week, next week will be better. Next week, everything will be better.

It helps when I sing to him, despite my voice. "Mr. Zebra" always turns into a Tori medley.

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 01:20:58 GMT

Everybody's sick, except me, I'm not allowed to be. The baby is really sick and it is awful. He has a wretched cough and he's covered with various viscous fluids. Erich is being pretty great, helping out in spite of being sick. Indy was up most of the night because he's so miserable and doesn't have a clue as to why. I'm exhausted.

Four out of the five items I put on ebay have bids on them. A cool $16.50 from my old stuff.

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 22:13:50 GMT

I just watched a trailer for The Notorious Bettie Page. Gretchen Mol. I guess they thought they could slap a wig on any skinny girl and make her Bettie. It's not that bad I guess. The costumes and make up look good.

Having such trouble not eating today. Everyone is sick. Restless and tired at the same time. I need water, but it is cold and I am too lazy to get up and get some.

weigh in 2

Fri, 27 Jan 2006 16:36:29 GMT

I lost 3.2 pounds this week. A total of 17.4.

I'm getting sicker by the minute and I always blow my eating plan when I am sick. I am going to try very hard not to. And to keep the house fairly clean. I have a hellish day, I will probably not get home until 8pm and I leave, oh, about 5 minutes ago.

Sat, 21 Jan 2006 20:17:09 GMT

Going to a bridal shower for my husband's cousin's fiancee. My mother in law just called and said she can't go. The bride is a super sweet girl, but i won't know anyone else. Fuck, I'm terrified. But people do this sort of thing all the time, right? At least a shower has some structure to it, not just, ok, go socialize. Ugh.

Fri, 20 Jan 2006 21:14:24 GMT

Things are a bit simpler in my mind now that I've realized that some colors are savory and some colors are sweet.