TGIF? Bull dude.

I don't know how I managed to get almost nothing done from Monday's list but what can I say that's jut how I roll.

As far as work goes I'm pleased say that I'm no longer booth rent I'm commission which in turn means that I can make a livable income! Woot! I still how ever have yet to go color shopping, damn it.

As for the Artist of the month or rather Artists the husband and wife team of Brook and Jason has hung there art in the salon and it looks great! They'll be putting up their bio and info in the next week and having a reception at the end of the month.

Check out there work here and they also have an Etsy page (The link is on their page).

Burlesque-

Have not gotten one thing done except for find out when the ballet classes are. I went and checked out the Stage 7 dance studio and the teacher Iery seems delightfully nutty and I can wear normal work out gear and move up to point shoes. The very same shoe that I've had a "mild" obsession with since I was a little girl. But then again who hasn't?

I'm going to the Library today to try and check out a etiquette book reading them seems to make the world a better place always.

Anyways that's all the of up dates I have for now.

Love and Excelsior!

Leia

I effen hate my coworkers

I know stylists can be catty and fucking retarded. There is this little that happens when you put a bunch of women and gay men together, it's called Fuckery. Fuckery is that time when you look around and realize that some of the people around are fucktards (ie Rude, stupid, plain mean a mixture of all those.) And you think to your self what the hell is this shit?

I was at the shop christmas party none of us really wanted to be there. But I was planning on being friendly and then leaving, suck it up it's only tonight kinda thing. However no idea that my coworkers could be so fucking rude, durning the dinner I was called a drunk (I'd had two glasses of wine), my white elephant give torn part because of the wrapping paper, and get ready for this bulimic! Yeah! what great work environment I'm going to return to! My roommate was having a panic attack because they were being so mean and awful.

I like how no one would look at one of the bigger girls eating cake and say "You're REALLY going to eat all of that?"
But they will however laugh every time I come back from the bath room. "So that's how you stay so thin!"

okay I'm slender I am but I am by no means rile thin. That and even if I was what a god awful thing to say to someone.

In stead to jumping across the table at them or starting world war 3 which would've ended in me quitting at the christmas party I simply stated that they were being rude and started praying in earnest for the dinner to end.

So now half my coworkers won't look me in the face, I'm hoping it's do to shame acting like school yard bullies when your a good ten years older than me, rad. And one of the girls that I don't really get a long still is making comments! So now it's like open verbal warfare however the problem with this is that not that it's uncomfortable work place, no no NO! it's the fact that the dumb bitch doesn't understand when I'm being a smart ass. I feel like if I put my blow dryer up to this girls ear you could dry your hair on the other side of her fucking horse faced head. God damn it.

I effen hate my coworkers.