I happen to be a perfectionist in everything I do for others (me I don't care) and I happen to like pretty and aesthetic things so I can spend too much time on little details. Yesterday I went to bed at 2 am because I wanted to polish the blog until I was almost satisfied with it. Yes, you got it, the appearance of my blog does not suit my taste. I just have to live with it.
So, anyways.
I went to bed at 2 am and got up at 8:45 am for work. I can tell you that it was NOT easy. Especially when it's cold outside and in your bed there's a hot body (talking temperature here people) that will just continue sleeping until he received your call at your lunch break. So not fair.
My first client had forgotten her appointment, I woke her up when I called her and Madame was not pleased. Sheesh. Bourgeoises.
I enjoy my work, especially the permanent make-up tattooing. To create something pretty that renders a face more beautiful, sophisticated or just replaces missing eyebrows is the most gratifying job I've ever done. Yeah, it's not like I'm saving lives or making the world a better place, but if it brings happiness to someone, hell, I'm proud to do it.
I like the girls I work with. It wasn't always like that, but since the worst cases left the staff, it's a looooot easier now. I guess they had some trouble with me at first since I was really shy, kept to myself, hardly spoke and when I did it was with an accent. Nowadays I'm being told that they preferred it when I was quiet :D
It really is a good team.
There's one girl who's a total pain in the ass and a good-for-nothing to boot. She lies, she tries to turn the girls on each other and apparently she's stolen too. She'll be sacked soon, she no longer has the right to work at the beauty salon since last Thursday.
You see, I don't like people who take money for granted. She wants everything handed to her on a silver platter with thanks for the honor to serve her. She has a rich BF that lets her use his bank account to her liking and boy does she take advantage of it.
She doesn't like walking or public transportation so she takes to CAB to work. She makes me sick. I really don't understand selfish people like that..
Hopefully one day she'll learn her lesson.
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I need to talk about my step-dad, my mom's companion Timo.
I love Timo. I know my real dad doesn't like him and hates his guts. Dunno why, since he's married with child since 2001, so it's not like he has it worse than mom that chose not to remarry.
I am forced to be in the middle and choose a side and have been hurt more than once because of it.
I'll get to the point now.
Timo has a condition that requires surgery.
He was supposed to be operated on a month ago but the surgeon refused. He wanted extra shots, tests and opinions before accepting to operate.
He then annouced that the surgery was going to be more complex, dangerous and demanding then thought before.
Great news !
For fuck's sake, it can't get worse now, can it ?
Mom tries to stay confident but I'm scared deep inside. I want it to vanish, for him to get well and stay that way.
Why can't these things happen to bad people ?
2 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear about your stepdad. I know it's easy to slip into grief and peur, but there's one thing that I know will help get you through it. I don't mean blind optimism, but there's this thing my mom calls PMA: Positive Mental Attitude. I feel like it helps.
And if you ever need to talk about it, I will try to be here for you. Even if it is an ocean away! :)
Bisous
M
Hang in there, Laura, and if you ever feel like you have to run away for a little while, come visit me in Israel.
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