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long day

2009-10-04T07:12:44Z

i got the sweetest driving tan ever, seatbelt and all. i forget that there are green and beautiful parts of az.
thanks to my mega procrastination, tomorrow will be a strictly darkroom day.
in the last two weeks, i have managed to work five days. good for morale, bad for budgets.

i really want to go out tonight

2009-09-11T01:21:10Z

but im pretty fucking sick of dj crews and their laptops. im also tired of giant cameras floating around and the constant fear of ending up facebook tagged on some lame tucson party page. i could also live without the influx of lost sorority girls clogging the bar line and the lame small talk i make with the same people week after week as some kind of crazy social obligation.
when did just going out and having fun with some friends turn into such a huge production?
i hate to be the one to break the news, but this is tucson. i will not wait in line for your club. i will not pay lots of money to get into your club. only in vegas, baby. (which is where i will be in two weeks!)
p.s. i sure sound like a lot of fun to hang out with tonight.

i think its time for a car that works

2009-09-09T05:23:45Z

now that i have officially survived the hottest part of the summer without AC, i feel like i can handle anything. if nothing else, some important lessons about hydration. i did some math and by my birthday next year i can put a hefty down payment on a car with ac, and maybe even the ability to go up hills at more than 30 mph. all i know so far is that researching cars really sucks. good thing i have a lot of time to think about it.

things are a changin'

2009-07-24T21:35:34Z

i feel different about a lot of things.
vague enough? i think im going through some kind of personal growth cycle. i usually solve any resistance to change by getting my hair done.
i don't think thats going to do it this time. i hate being an adult.

i only dump bad moods here.

2009-07-18T20:31:04Z

my air conditioner is broken for the third time this summer. its coo though, its only 105 degrees out.
an here is a message to all you long haired ladies that think a perm is the answer to all of your problems: quit ruining my life.

im tired

2009-06-24T00:51:10Z

i feel like anyone who would describe me as nice doesn't really know me at all. i know some really genuinely nice people, and i don't think i am anything like them.
im pretty patient and definitely a pushover. i guess those can be mistaken for nice.
ive only had two jobs in my life and its just because im too afraid to quit.
i don't know what im trying to say. i think im just tired of pretending to be nice all of the time and humoring peoples really dumb ideas. im really starting to resent my limited education and the limited educations of some of the people around me.
im a condescending asshole.

b_is_for_baby @ 2009-05-26T12:10:00

2009-05-26T19:12:54Z

its becoming pretty clear to me that i will never be happy just being a hairdresser for the rest of my life. immore interested in business than ever. maybe i am a little ambitious. who knew?

i think my job causes long term health problems

2009-05-16T19:05:53Z

if the stress/drama level at my work maintains the level it has for the last two years, im not going to live to see 30. the worst part is that i was hoping to go back to school over the summer while things are slow in the salon. there is almost no way that i can cut my hours the way i had planned now that the salon pretty much depends on my income.
well, if anyone know of any stylists looking for a sweet place to work, let me know. tell them it will prevent my untimely, stress-induced death.

i know nobody reads this...

2009-04-23T20:05:53Z

but we are having a party at the salon on saturday.
it will be really fun... free food, wine, music, giveaways... what more could you ask for?
everyone should come check it out and bring a friend, especially if you haven't had a chance to check the salon out yet.
Sat 6-9
2519 E. 6th St

b_is_for_baby @ 2009-03-27T14:40:00

2009-03-27T21:46:32Z

dear 1989 volvo sedan,
please stop stalling suddenly in the middle of intersections.
i don't want to die yet, nor do i want to replace you yet.
thank you,
becca

budget drinks

2009-03-23T02:09:09Z

what a good weekend. i hope there can be more of these, i just hope more that we get better at making drinks. mojitos that took three hours to make are satisfying, but by no means efficient.
im glad i go to the street fair every time, even though i already know what is there and i never buy anything.

analyzing art

2009-03-05T22:39:10Z

My boss believes that the best way to teach the art of coloring hair is to incorporate elements from his education in art and animation. That's fine. I can totally play along because i spent a good part of my youth trying to be an artsy kid.
However, Juanita, the lovely assistant at the salon, spent most of her youth in charter schools ignoring remedial spanish and english. I don't think it really matters because her greatest aspirations include acrylic nails and hairdressing.
The other day i went to fax something in the back room while they were having color theory class and made the mistake of watching for a second.
Bossman had Juanita seated in front of a Van Gogh painting and was asking her what shape she thought was most predominant in the picture.
After they cleared up the meaning of "predominant", I watched her sit there and struggle for an uncomfortable length of time before saying something like "uh i dunno, whatever that shape with like four sides but like where some of them are longer".
I think I need to go back to school.

asking for a raise

2009-03-04T20:36:09Z

im going to start out by saying that i get paid below the industry standard for my job. i have let it go for a long time because i just assumed that somebody would notice at some point and offer me more money. im passive, what can i say. a year and a half later, i realized this wasn't the proper approach.
here is some background on why i get paid nothing. my place of employment was once owned by some cheap asses who couldn't afford to pay me much. they quickly ran themselves into the ground and a nice, eccentric, rich lady bought the place from them and kept them employed as managers. they assured her that i was getting paid completely fairly. oh well, im dumb.
now, the moral of this story is that asking for a raise has to be one of the most clumsy things i have ever done in my life.
when i explained everything, i was granted the raise without any resistance.
the best part is that my manager/former owner actually had the nerve to tell me that it was all her idea. thats cool i guess.

at some point i have to accept that its not always everyone else, it's just me

2009-02-20T17:44:53Z

for the sake of this story, lets name one of my coworkers juanita.
i have a hard time communicating with juanita for a variety of reasons that take too long to explain.
today, i'm sitting in the break room drinking my coffee when juanita comes running back and asks me if i saw our lovely receptionist, lets call her gladys, fly. i searched my memory, but i could not think of any occasion where i had ever seen gladys fly, by plane or any other means.
i told juanita no, i don't think i have ever seen that.
she said, oh, well, gladys told me that you saw her once. (she seemed pretty disgruntled and disappointed.)
i've been sitting here for awhile now, and i still haven't figured out what she was talking about. what other definitions does the word fly have that i'm not familiar with?
keep in mind that gladys is a 47 year old mom of three, and that juanita is a naive 21 year old, so i think that rules out any kind of drug reference.

maybe not.

spelling can be tough

2009-02-07T18:09:31Z

i actually watched my awesome coworker attempt to spell the word "paper" three different times.
payper
papper
paiper

its a good thing we are hairdressers.

things people at my work say

2009-01-31T18:38:22Z

coworker 1: ugh, im so over this song!

me: what song?

cw1: its that stupid cinderella song.

(i listen for a second. love story by taylor swift is playing. )

me: you mean romeo and juliet?

cw1: who is that? arent they like the same thing?

me: not really.

cw1: ugh. well, you know what i mean.

you don't have to read the play, but i feel like most people should have some kind of grip on the plot.

today

2009-01-29T19:34:02Z

I think i might be having a nervous breakdown today. i'm not entirely sure what about or how a nervous breakdown feels, but i think this might be it! im feeling pretty stressed out, which is odd considering i have the least stressful life out of anyone i know.

i told tracy i was taking a mental health day tomorrow. she thinks im going to job interviews. she may or may not be correct, im not sure yet.

today (and a little bit of yesterday) is making everything i have worked so hard for seem absolutely meaningless. i guess we are all just cosmic specks.

oh well, nothing a little red wine and some martin jokes can't solve.