maximum random-ocity.

01. I got the job for real -- Salon Team Leader, here we go! (I start Tuesday.)

02. I just found a way to get some cheaper prescriptive drugs now that I'm not heavily benefited through my old job. For like $40/3 months for two medications. Woot.

03. New email that made me laugh:

"Dear Amazon.com Customer,

"Based on your previous purchases in Women's Apparel, we thought you might be interested in slipping on a new pair of ballet flats. Shop over 350 styles from 80 top brands,including Charles David, Steve Madden, BCBGirls, Report, and more at Amazon.com."

Ironically, the only piece of apparel I have ever purchased from Amazon.com was a unisex pair of flannel black watch plaid pajama bottoms.

How that makes me an apparent ballet flat wearer, I'm not sure.

I in fact, I am the opposite of a ballet flat wearer -- I'm so damned short that most of my shoes have like a 2" heel on them, and I like a good cushy insole.

04. The chick they're trying to replace me with at the old job spent 40 minutes on the phone with me today, getting my perspective on about everyone and everything at the place.

And since I don't work there anymore, I was candid and frank.

And a little gossipy.

Who knows now if she'll take it -- she works at a different store as a stylist and seems very happy there, but they're pressuring her to take this position. I told her if worse comes to worse, she can always step down and go back to her old salon.

And I did warn her that I'll be actively recruiting most of the stylists over to my new job. Which she understands.

05. There are so many things wrong about the CD, "Sunday School Jamz!" that I just can't put my finger on all of them.

06. Best random spam I've received in a while:

"If you are ready to sell your soul to the Devil for just one erection, relax and get Viagra Pro for better results.

"Viagra Pro will give you more horse powers than there is in a good Porsche."

07. New favorite advertising campaign:

Clearblue Digital Pregnancy Test, "the most sophisticated piece of technology you will ever pee on."

08. I'm finding it extremely frustrating to try and track down all of the clients I didn't get numbers for before I left the Old Job. Especially when I only know a last name, and there's like 96 of them in the city (Wife-client has different last name than Husband-bill payer), or they're teenagers, and I don't know their parent's names.

09. I'm now a zombie girl. I modeled in exchange for t-shirts, and now am up on my friend Shawn's site.

10. Oh, and did I forget to mention that my new dress code allows me to wear pretty much whatever I want to work, as long as it isn't whorish or denim?

And that my new boss lady said I can wear skull-prints and Bettie Page t-shirts at will?

And that she mentioned that there's already a girl that works there that is all goth-ish 'n stuff, so she thinks that the skulls will fit right on in?

hallelujah

Well, the parties settled this morning, so I got sprung from jury duty, and then I had the phone interview afterwards with the person who decides whether or not I would be right for the job.

Acccord to her, if my references fly, I'm in.

And considering that my references already work for her, and they tried to recruit me a few weeks ago, I would imagine that they're going to have nice things to say. And then I'll have a job.

Yayme.

this week

Okay, so I quit my job on Friday without an exit strategy.

I've never left anything without an exit strategy -- at a concert, I've already got an escape route planned out -- and I am all discombobulated now.

Tuesday, I went in to collect the remainder of my things, and I was told that the person who had complained about me so many times had actually said to the acting store manager that, "I never intended to get anyone fired or make them quit their job."

Too little, too late, sister.

Let's see. If every single time someone says something you don't like, and you run to store management and complain about it enough, it will probably eventually have some sort of negative consequences for the person who has been the source of your complaint. I mean, honestly, what is the intent when you register a complaint?

Wednesday, I had an excellent interview with a company for a salon leadership position, and I am expecting to hear from the district manager on Friday, hopefully with the intent to start me on Monday or Tuesday. Because I rock.

And then today, I had my very first jury duty experience. Where I was, of course, immediately picked to be on the jury of a civil trial that will probably drag out until Wednesday or Thursday of next week.

Something happened to someone, and now that person is suing someone else because of the thing that happened.

Truthfully, I could give a shit either way when it comes to the case, which I cannot discuss with y'all. I'm fully intending to make a sincere attempt to stay awake the whole time, but will likely be mostly bitter and resentful because I am self-involved, and will be preoccupied by my unemployment and deplorable financial status, and how my jury duty is preventing me from the potential to start a new job.

Jeez, if I have 39 days of jury duty, I might actually be able to swing rent!

And I'm also forced to pay out of pocket for medical insurance, at least for the time being, because I need medical coverage. *sigh*

But for now, I will be chilling at the Daley Center from 9-5pm weekdays. Word.

the letter i just sent out to my clients:

An Important Message:

Hi,

Five hours ago, I got the news that I was being demoted from manager to stylist (with a 43% paycut) and sent to the Clybourn STORE/SALON for "unprofessional behavior, disruptive/inappropriate conduct, and for the use of profanity."
(Amongst my transgressions, I said, "If you didn't know me, and I shopped here, you'd totally think I was a bitch," while on the sales floor, to a manager, and in front of a sales associate. Yes, I am suitably ashamed.)

So, I gave them my resignation.

As of yet, I do not have a salon nailed down. It's weird being unemployed -- I've never left one job without having another one lined up.

I do have job prospects, so I will be gainfully employed somewhere wonderful by the time you need your hair done again.

Hope to see you soon,

pixie

new music

I heartily suggest that y'all go visit http://www.myspace.com/christypaige, because I know stuff that you don't*, and I definitely know that she's fantastic.

I saw/heard her busking on the 3rd Street Promenade in Santa Monica while I was on vacation, and she rocked my world.

And if you're not a total pussy, she'll blow your socks off.

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*I told the GM that she was having a boy, and even after an ultrasound diagnosis to the contrary, I still insisted it was a boy.

4 ultrasounds later, they painted the nursery pink, decorated it with girly flowers and butterflies, and filled the closet with frilly pastel frippery.

They only registered for pink flowery girly stuff, and I believe they got everything on their registry.

Bibs, bottles, nuks, blankets, etc.

All super-duper girly.

And, their newborn son's name is Jack.