week of what is looking like many that will be spent trying to give
former job 2.5 hell. essentially, a group of us got completely
shafted. we have met with their personnel in the Great Complaints
Process, and we'll see how that goes. it does not look promising, but
at the very least we plan to try to cost j2.5 as much time and money
as they have cost us, and that still won't touch the whole
intellectual property theft issue.
this is a very involved story, and i just have not been up to
repeating it after being forced to go over and over it in realtime.
forgive me. this was not what we were expecting; we anticipated
honourable behaviour, and it turns out that we received anything but.
it is distressing to think one has to approach a contracting company
with the expectation of being treated badly, but...it is what it is, i
guess.
anyway.
after leaving there today and before turning up at eviljob, i felt
like doing something, but i did not know what...so i went to go get
more of my hair cut off. it looks nice. i did not feel like going back
to the same place (no particular reason), so i stopped at this ancient
beauty school that i have driven past thousands of times travelling
in-between j2.5 and eviljob, and when i say 'ancient', i mean ANCIENT.
nicotine-yellowed walls, water-stained ceiling -- the works. i like
atmosphere. plus, the students looked really interesting.
i picked my student, even though i think we weren't supposed to do
that, cos i am in one of my 'moods', and she was off in her corner
talking to a male (and clearly gay) student, and if i were in a bar,
i'd gravitate towards their type. i was deciding which of the two i
would pester when i saw she had a tattoo of the cups -- like tarot
minor arcana -- and eighty million years ago when i wanted to be a hep
witchypoo girl, i always came up as queen of cups, no matter how i
tried for something cooler. even after i tried to be all malevolent,
still -- queen of cups. i think sandi used to stack her deck, or
something; once she got an idea in her head, she was hard to dissuade.
i am simplifying, but the queen of cups is a fucking apron-wearing,
brownie-baking, bandage-kissing, naive-as-hell soccer mom, the type
who stashes extra brownies in her purse so that no one goes without,
and really does believe her husband caught an std from the toilet seat
and passed it on, reader's digest version (what i can remember). that
really does not mesh with my self-image, then or now. i'm so glad i
am an agnostico-atheist now and do not have to believe, or pretend to
believe, that crap. but someone i really cared about thought it
described me to a T, so...that's how i picked my student hairdresser:
the empirical way.
well, it worked. she did well, even if she did nick me with the shears
right under my browbone. it just looks like i went a little
pluck-happy with my brows. i did not care, and she -- Rachel -- was
mortified and didn't seem to understand how i might not care. i told
her she was not even in the running to claim the title of Worst Thing
To Happen To Ancodia Today.
and i am really happy with my hair, even if i cannot sleep. :-) it was
the cheapest cut i have had in years, too -- seven dollars. no, i am
not kidding. i did give a normal tip, though. i think i will go back.
different is good. and were i a tattoo-getting person, i would get
unusual, deeply personal ones like Rachel has. i amn't a
tattoo-getting type, though; it's my Inner Jew. not that there's
anything wrong with getting tattoos...just not the tribal armband
type; there should be a law.
i have to try to get to sleep...i will try to post tomorrow, or at
least tweet. or twit.
sigh. consider yourself lucky that i didn't get into how crampy and
icky i feel. :-D
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