I swear all the things I put in my blog entries are true. I know some of the things I post sound insane and couldn't have possibly happened but it does. My husband swears I am a magnet for all thing weird(what's that say about his weird ass, huh?) Still working at the cosmetology school and I must say things have either calmed or I've become accustomed to the chaos. Occasionally though I still have a gem of a day so grab some popcorn and prepare to say what the fuck at least twice. Fridays are always a busy day for us at the salon and this particular Friday was flowing smoothly, bump free...yippee. Up walks a client who just finished getting a head full of foils. Her hair looks great, she's smiling, days sunny, birds chirping Mr. Freaking Rogers is smiling down from above. I smile happily at the client and tell her she owes me $30(yeah we're that cheap, call now!) She begins to root through her purse and mumbles she can't find her check book. I hear her and explain that we don't take checks, cash and cards only. She gives me a deer in headlights look and says wow, I don't have either can I go to the bank and run it back up here? OK so at this point you're thinking surely our smart receptionist isn't going to let this girl go, right? You are wrong. See this has happened before, probably 10 times a week this happens. I let them go to the bank and back they come money in hand,yay! I was totally not worried about this little bitch(oops, anger issues)because her cousin is a student in OUR program. So off she goes with her cousin to eat lunch and make a bank run. Hour goes by and I still haven't seen her so I call her cousin, who is a student(who shall remain nameless)and tell her I need my money stat call the bitch(damn, still anger there). So she calls her and this little girl tells her she's already home and doesn't want to get back out...WTF?? I tell our student make your cousin call me and she does and she's got an attitude with me from jump and informs me she isn't coming back to pay me today she's at home and doesn't feel like getting back out and it's just too far for her to drive....WTF?? So I say as controlled as possible, you will bring me my money today or I'll file a police report against you..the choice is yours. She flips her lid completely calling me rude and how dare I speak to her that way and blah, blah, blah, she wants to talk to my boss and on and on. I let her go for a moment and then cut her off and explain to her that what she did was called stealing. If she went into a restaurant and ate $30 worth of food and walked out without paying it would be illegal because they are a business just like we are and that is called stealing. She just kept saying how inconvenient it was for her to drive all the way back. Are you fucking kidding me?? So I told her have my money here by 4:30 or you can go to jail and have some hard bitch named Bertha giving you forced fellatio at Metro...she showed up at 4:27 to pay. I was torn on the one hand I was glad I had my money...on the other hand I was upset for Bertha who is no doubt lonely and would love to have a little highlighted blond to occupy her bunk....Out Of Work Estheticians Unite!!!
