getting my strength back, but it still hurts
coming back to L.A. made everyone react in different ways. Irene was pissed/supportive/fierce as fuck. permissive doesn't begin to describe, since she has allowed her boss fucking suede sofa to be pressed against the wall, replaced by a fucking futon i bought at IKEA. i'm staying with her just because. i don't think she'd let me leave just yet even if i found a place i wanted. i'm not too keen on just subsisting for the time being.
fuck can she cook. i've lost all the weight i gained in Japan despite that.
let's talk a little bit about salon politics.
they're bullshit.
demotion was expected. i'm playing pretty kiss-up doll at the front fucking desk making appointments and arranging consultations i should be the fucking one doing. Sheila hissed in my ear that i might want to get a boob-job to lure in more male customers since my hooker days have passed. i poured shampoo in her coffee. bliss.
quickest i'll have a chair (my chair, i hope) back is September, christ. them's the breaks. Freddie (Happa salon owner that's been trying to jump on my dick since i started here years ago who apparently doesn't put 2 and 2 together) isn't willing to slice anybody's contract cause of the economy. when he sprouted a conscience is beyond me, since he used to kill people left and right if they didn't prove to be creme de la creme. we used to hang Cuban flags in his office. i have to wait for this sweet princess who goes by Cherry (are you kidding me?) to dance into the sunset before i can pick up another pair of scissors.
confined, that's me.
my nails look great, though.
fuck can she cook. i've lost all the weight i gained in Japan despite that.
let's talk a little bit about salon politics.
they're bullshit.
demotion was expected. i'm playing pretty kiss-up doll at the front fucking desk making appointments and arranging consultations i should be the fucking one doing. Sheila hissed in my ear that i might want to get a boob-job to lure in more male customers since my hooker days have passed. i poured shampoo in her coffee. bliss.
quickest i'll have a chair (my chair, i hope) back is September, christ. them's the breaks. Freddie (Happa salon owner that's been trying to jump on my dick since i started here years ago who apparently doesn't put 2 and 2 together) isn't willing to slice anybody's contract cause of the economy. when he sprouted a conscience is beyond me, since he used to kill people left and right if they didn't prove to be creme de la creme. we used to hang Cuban flags in his office. i have to wait for this sweet princess who goes by Cherry (are you kidding me?) to dance into the sunset before i can pick up another pair of scissors.
confined, that's me.
my nails look great, though.