Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Murder on the Beach, a Nose Picker, and Manipulative Corporate Hounds


I’ll start with some good news first. There’s been a change in date and price to

James Swain’s e-publishing seminar. Here’s the following:

The e-publishing seminar at Murder on the Beach Bookstore has been changed to Saturday March 19 at 1-5 pm.
Cost is $99.

Flying monkeys move on…

Shelly’s in a rare mood today. It’s a bad one. Unusual for her. Monday night I received a call from the managing dwarf of the salon. “I need you to come in tomorrow at one. Since I won’t be getting a day off this week, I’d like to get half a day off. So I really need you to come in. And…..blah…blah….”

Yeah. Right. (Mentally Shelly is standing with her hands on her hips by now with her eyes glazing over.)

You see, this past weekend stylists were told that all of us would be working six days this week because of some unforeseen shop drama. Wasn’t happy about it but okay. I prefer being warned, and did notice the schedule change noted such. Everyone would be working six days. The manager seven (she makes much better pay than me). No problem. Got to be fair.

So, I go in yesterday at one. I notice the schedule. The managing dwarf manipulated the schedule along with the her assistant monkey down to five days. It irks me. Don’t like being lied to or manipulated. I’ve got a writing life to attend to.

Not to mention, them holes I wrote about several posts ago, are more like empty water dams and valleys. Those are my real concerns even though, yes, I need a paycheck. All seven dollars and fifty cents an hour of it---shift manager pay.

I wished I didn’t have to bite my tongue. Wished I could be like the guy driving next to me yesterday on the way to the slave pit. Found him with his finger straight up his nose. He bored into it good. Twisted it a couple times, too. Thought maybe he was trying to pick at his brain instead of trying to retrieve a booger the way he was going at it. He didn’t seem to care if anyone watched him.

When he finished boring into his nose, he flicked what he’d found into the air. Boogers for all.

That’s right boogers to all corporate hounds. That’s what I’d like to say. Boogers to you!

But I’ll be nice. I do have my own pocket full of sunshine.

Anyway, I know some of my hair clients keep up with my blogs. So I wanted to say, you all make my job great. You all rock. Thank you!

And to the rest of you, happy blogging, reading, and writing!!!


P.S. Save a library!!!!


  1. You had me at 'boogers'. :0)

    I hate unexpected work days as well. Hope your mood improves, and try not to 'bald' anyone out of spite!

  2. @ E.J.: I would never delibrately make anybody bald. Never ever. Just blowing steam. I know we all feel like this sometimes with our day jobs.

  3. That driver sounds like a pig. I hope he wasn't coming to your salon for a haircut.

  4. At least you didn't have to watch him eat it!!! LOL

  5. @ Eve: No. He didn't, thank God. Don't know if I could handle cutting his hair after that action. I can only imagine where the boogers may have landed.

  6. @Beth: No. Didn't see that. Had enough trama yesterday.

  7. Now THAT'S an attention-getting blog title!

  8. Very visual post. lol

    I hope your week went well, drawf problems and all. Wish I was one of your clients! Maybe one day we can get together. Are you going to the seminar you mentioned? Email me the details.

  9. The managing dwarf and the assistant monkey. That could be the name of a rock band.

  10. Could be. How about Dwarf Monkey?


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