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telarynMaybe it's me, but I fail to understand why the Dunedin Fine Arts Center couldn't have had a sign up detailing their truncated hours when I stopped by *yesterday*.
I understand, Highland Games and all, but if I had *known* I wouldn't have driven all the way up there this afternoon!
Note to woman behind desk: telling me the registration deadline is April 2nd, should be followed up with a statement along the lines of "and by the way, we're only going to be open until *noon*"!
If you're truly hoping to be helpful, that is.
And if that wasn't enough, it was obviously Seniors Day at Fantastic Sams. I don't know what kind of "to-do" is going on this weekend, but we showed up to get a simple bang trim only to be faced with waiting behind half a dozen blue-hairs looking to get prettied up.
Then, after an hour (I'd put this trip off three separate times this week), we draw the "fresh out of cosmetology school and barely speaks English" chick.
She didn't do a *bad* job, but her nerves made *me* nervous, which in turn made *Robin* edgy.
Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she made a move to hold onto a dollar of my change!
No, bitch -- just because you drew a simple bang trim into a twenty-minute production, you're not getting a tip! And even if you were *before*, presuming you were entitled to one just pissed me off.
And for the record, 25% is way too much to expect on a $4.00 ticket.
ARGH! And then my sister's been using me as her personal secretary for the past two days -- because it's a *local* call for me, and she's really busy trying to get ready to leave to come down here, so would I *PLEASE* be a pal and help her out?
*koff*
So I did, figuring that not doing it would guarantee that they all squatted here for the week (at which point bloodshed would commence).
How do I get rewarded for my silence and cooperation?
The "friend" who screwed her husband last year invited herself along on the trip. Amy's solution to her self-esteem was to declare that the classless bitch could take the hotel room with the sane friend that was originally going on the trip, and Amy and the kids would base here.
I really need to whether the storm and tell her what I really think, and how the chaos she brings is the *last* thing Dad needs right now.
Why is it my spine tends to disappear at the most inopportune moments?
I understand, Highland Games and all, but if I had *known* I wouldn't have driven all the way up there this afternoon!
Note to woman behind desk: telling me the registration deadline is April 2nd, should be followed up with a statement along the lines of "and by the way, we're only going to be open until *noon*"!
If you're truly hoping to be helpful, that is.
And if that wasn't enough, it was obviously Seniors Day at Fantastic Sams. I don't know what kind of "to-do" is going on this weekend, but we showed up to get a simple bang trim only to be faced with waiting behind half a dozen blue-hairs looking to get prettied up.
Then, after an hour (I'd put this trip off three separate times this week), we draw the "fresh out of cosmetology school and barely speaks English" chick.
She didn't do a *bad* job, but her nerves made *me* nervous, which in turn made *Robin* edgy.
Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she made a move to hold onto a dollar of my change!
No, bitch -- just because you drew a simple bang trim into a twenty-minute production, you're not getting a tip! And even if you were *before*, presuming you were entitled to one just pissed me off.
And for the record, 25% is way too much to expect on a $4.00 ticket.
ARGH! And then my sister's been using me as her personal secretary for the past two days -- because it's a *local* call for me, and she's really busy trying to get ready to leave to come down here, so would I *PLEASE* be a pal and help her out?
*koff*
So I did, figuring that not doing it would guarantee that they all squatted here for the week (at which point bloodshed would commence).
How do I get rewarded for my silence and cooperation?
The "friend" who screwed her husband last year invited herself along on the trip. Amy's solution to her self-esteem was to declare that the classless bitch could take the hotel room with the sane friend that was originally going on the trip, and Amy and the kids would base here.
I really need to whether the storm and tell her what I really think, and how the chaos she brings is the *last* thing Dad needs right now.
Why is it my spine tends to disappear at the most inopportune moments?
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2/4/04 16:06 (UTC)You have GOT to be kidding me. Is she completely brain-free? Has she not beaten the woman to a bloody pulp yet? I volunteer to drop by and be rude if the adulterous bitch comes by the house.