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Showing posts with label corporate hounds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label corporate hounds. Show all posts

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!!!

Shelly

P.S. Save a library!!!!