It's the only explanation for why she is treating me this way. She obviously doesn't like me, and she thinks ousting me of my hours will make me quit. We don't really see eye to eye. She is constantly picking apart my work. It's just not "good" enough for her. What sucks is her position puts her at a higher authority, but she can't fire me. I do to good of a job. It's the only explanation and if I am right, I'm not leaving. I don't care how many years of salon booking experience this new girl has, I've been here longer then her, so I should get to keep my hours and she should be looking for a place that has her hours she wants to work that fits her needs. I need to make a living too. What sucks is my manger who would stick up for me in a time like this, is on vacation until next week. I really don't know what to do. I feel like I am being forced into a corner and I don't want to bite the hand that feeds, but I don't want to be walked all over either.

Computers are for porn.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer. She'd take those suckers down cause they'd just get in her way.

Looks like I'm not leaving the house until work on Thursday. I cannot put on shoes. Not only are the tops of my feet scorched to high heavens, but my feet are swollen again... bad. Gah, whyyyy! I didn't even enjoy the beach cause my aunt Joanne wanted to call the cops to report my uncle Alan missing for taking an hour and some walk. I was planning on only staying a half an hour or so, but I could not leave her cause I didn't want her running off and doing something stupid so I stayed. And now I am paying for it. Big time.

You don't need sun screen, I says. You won't be on the beach long, I says. Well, I spend a good hour and half there and now I am radiating off enough heat to melt a freaken igloo and I am covered head to toe in gold bond powder. Have I told you how smart I am lately? No? It's cause I'm not. At all.

The Order Of The Phoenix. :D

Pretty much makes me invisible, but we always try to eat dinner together.

It's things like this that make me think I am swearing off the penis for good. Yesterday in Northeast, I'm walking down to street to get to Woody's to meet Chris and Tim. My parents are walking behind me. Traffic is pretty heavy on the street, cars are stopping and starting. Just as I am getting near the store with the serious dog fetish, I hear a car honk next to me on the street. The curious Gorge inside me thinks to look around to see who honked and why. I look to the side of me to see this guy who looked a little older then 18, nodding his head appreciatively at me. The guy was kind of cute looking, I'll give him that, but it was in that moment that I release, I just got hit on, and I felt so embarrassed. Cause most likely they did it for a laugh. I haven't gotten honked at since I was 18 when my mom and I were walking to church. Both times, I was wearing a skirt, but I had freaken leggings on yesterday. The first time it was middle aged Hispanic males who did it and they wolf whistled, which made it worse, but ugh. I hate men. Really? I'm not a thing you can boggle at. And then later on I think we saw them buying ice at Walmart on the way home, while we were waiting for mother to get out of the bathroom. The guy was trying not to make eye contact with me.

Italian hands down.

Title says it all. Today was my grandmothers funeral. It was so... interesting. For me, it wasn't that bad, but for my cousins it was really hard. Well as we were all putting flowers on the casket, I went up to put mine on, and I didn't know that there was a hole covered in fake turf. Well, my foot went into the hole and I kind of started laughing. Yeah... laughing wasn't really allowed. I kind of embarrassed my mother and my entire family was giving me the stink eye. Then after the dinner, we went back to the cemetery and I closed the car door on my other foot, then I almost fell into a lamp at home. I am pretty crazy today. Hopefully tomorrow I can work tomorrow.

She is gone
And so now I
Fine it hard
To believe it was her time
As i look down
To the ground beneath
My heart feels buried
Under my feet

Rest in sweet peace.

Long time, no post! OH EM EFF GEE! I've been extremely busy with work and when I'm not working I'm sitting on my ass doing other internet things, simming, or writing. I posted a story last Tuesday before work and people actually LIKE it! It has sparked a new flame in me and I am writing more. Also Yu gi oh is getting pretty kick ass too. I just finished all of my volumes I have today at work, so hopefully my shipment I ordered on Thursday will be out soon. Hmmm pretty much it. My family life is getting a bit hellish as of late, but hopefully things will sort itself out soon. Let's just say, I don't want to go to another funeral yet.

Whatever is in fashion for 41 year olds 20 years from now.

For the past three days I have felt like complete and utter shit. I'm so sick of it. I know why, but I hate it. I hate that it has to happen now. I should have known after Fridays near panic attack that my body was starting to come back from February. It has been five to six months since I last had it. I thought I'd have to go back on birth control. I just hate that my body does this to me. Not ever time, but when it doesn't come in a while, it just completely throttles me. I don't think it has been this bad in a long, long time. I hope I can work tomorrow without flipping out at anyone. Cause I've been pretty much flipping out at anyone who hasn't agreed with me on Cemetery Drive. I've surprisingly been very nice to my parents, but I think it's just cause I've been avoiding them to prevent flipping out at them. Also, my mother knows, so she hasn't been really bugging me beyond asking me to cook dinner, which I do anyway when I am not feeling shitty. Gah, I just want this to ENDDD like now. Blah.

Depends on the person really, but The Pipettes! :)

Get cooled off!

Life was so simple back then.

Work was utter hell today. It was total bullshit. If I had known what was coming to me, I would have just blew it completely off and went to see the Star Trek movie with my dad today instead. It was so not worth it today. It was so bad I almost went into a full on panic attack, I wanted to cry so bad. No seriously, I just wanted to lock myself in the bathroom and cry. I'm actually surprised I didn't cry, but I think that just cause I can drink now. I basically pretty much got yelled at and disrespected all day by a stylist for doing my job and booking her. If you are sick, you need go home. It's not my fault you didn't communicate to me the fact that you didn't feel good and wanted a lite day. The phone rings and I answer it, don't come in the day before a holiday if you don't want clients.

Yes, it was part of being an annoying little sister, but I really don't care anymore. Peoples things are peoples things and I respect that.