06-18-00
Potpourri for $1000, Alex:
Bloglove:
Someone quoted one of my entries on their weblog. I suppose
that is some kind of fame. Here
it is, note the entry
for 14:14 on 6.17.2000. And now I have pointed you her way,
and she in mine. Something profound there, I suppose.
Horticultural Terrorism:
I also finally girdled the mulberry tree. It will probably
never die, and only means that I climbed the fucker and
risked my neck hacking down limbs for nothing, as well as
wasting a good hour with a tiny 14" pruning saw and a
tree trunk. It felt good at the time, though. That will teach
you to drop scads of tasteless, messy purple fruit all over
my entryway, you leafy bastard. If only people were so easily
deal with.
Out of the Woods:
The bane of my working existence, one Mari Elizabeth Woods,
has been given her walking papers, according to my
cosmetological overlord, Carol. I used to actually have to
interact with Mari on a near-daily basis, but thanks to some
gross stupidity on her part, I rarely have to see her. Here
is the backstory...
Carol earned a cruise for being top producer in the company for which we used to work. Not wanting to leave me alone for a week, she hired this yahoo named Mari. I could tell from the beginning that something wasn't quite right with this girl, but hey. She looked like an extra from the party scene at Wyatt's house in Weird Science. Big, crazy, layered and curly 80's hair. Shiny, lacy, too-tight clothing. Makeup like a puertoriqueña hoochie. We all thought she was Mexican or Puerto Rican; she turned out the be a Native American girl raised by a nice fat Iowan farm couple. There's a story unto itself that I don't care to go into, though. Anyways, besides looking like a whore, she was an idiot, and completely incompetent in the field of cosmetology.
She was also shacked up with some idiot named Scott, who manages a local pizza joint. Anyways, she ended up jumping from a size 8 to a 16 over the course of the next year, yet still wearing the same horrific hoochie togs, among a myriad of other things that would have gotten any reasonable person fired from any normal job. Overlord Carol is nice but spineless, though, and an entirely ineffectual manager. Also another story.
Last year, Mari got herself knocked up in a desperate bid to get a ring on her finger. What actually resulted was a soap opera at her house, me not being able to finally take day classes because she'd be delivering mid-semester and fucking up my schedule, and her dropping down to an exceptionally unreliable part time workload. After she had the kid, Scott actually moved in with her, and he's at least stepped up to the plate in that respect. Of course, he's now he's having seizures from something, and Mari's got a full time job doing housekeeping at the University Hospitals, so she doesn't have the time or focus to do hair.
Carol fired her today for messing up a bridesmaid's hair and then yelling at Carol about how she didn't give a shit about her (Mari) in front of the bridal party, then walking out. As far as I'm concerned, good riddance. However, this means I'm going to have to start working every other saturday, which totally bites hard core ass. Yeah, it means we'll be closed on sundays, which is the one day I actually like to work, and yeah, I'll have something like almost every other weekend off, but it also means that at some point I will be forced to do bridal party and prom hair myself. I'm not really down with that.
Damn you, Mari. Damn you to hell.
