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I'm back again to try my luck with posting.
We MAY have fixed our internet problems. I say 'we' because dh got involved last night, too. He was rather annoyed when he couldn't access his Ebay. Yesterday afternoon I thought I had it fixed (made some IP protocol changes, at the suggestion of Comcast) but then last evening we were getting the same slow-response/non-response as before. Dh spent a good hour on the phone with Comcast, to no avail. They kept trying to tell us it was a problem with the router box. He kept telling them they were nuts. The service has been this way ever since they did their last 'upgrade' to make it 'faster'. HA! Long story short, he woke me up at 6 am this morning to tell me he thinks he has fixed the problem. I will admit, so far, so good. Hopefully admitting that won't jinx the whole thing. And no, I don't know what it was he did. Even if he told me, I'm not receptive at 6 am. Anything he said past, "I think I fixed it" was tuned out. zzzzzzzzz.......
The two week vacation of the Big Boss is coming to an end. She returns on Monday. That means our stupidvisor will return to work, as well. We (my co-workers and I) have noticed a pattern with the stupidvisor. Whenever the BB is out of the office, whether it be for a day, a two-week vacation, or any measure of time in between, the stupidvisor spends as little time in the store as humanly possible. She finds or fabricates any number of excuses to NOT be there. Doing her job. Which is what she's being paid SALARY (I might add) to do. The rest of us punch a clock. Including the road salesmen, which I find ridiculous, because they basically get paid the same amount each week no matter how many hours they work. Lots of disgruntlement among the working masses left behind. Snippets of conversation overhead at the office:
"I'll be glad when the BB gets back."
"Why is that?"
"Because maybe the stupidvisor will work a full week."
"Is she full time?"
"When the cat's away, the rat will play"
You get the idea. We're not a bunch of happy campers. Then, she had the gall to hang a sign up on the employee bulletin board with a "motivational" quote that went something like this, 'You can go far and have much success as long as you don't mind that someone else gets the credit'. Thanks for rubbing our noses in it. Yes, we all know we're carrying your ass. Suckers that we are for a paycheck.
Shifting gears. *grind* *grind*
The question that has been foremost in my mind of late has been, "How long can I go without a haircut?" It has been months. The last time I was in the chair was just a few days before the du's wedding, which was in June. I generally go every 5-6 weeks, making my next appointment in advance. However, both myself and my stylist forgot to make that next appointment the last time I was there. (I was sidetracked by wedding preparations, what the hell was her excuse!?!?) Now it befalls ME to make that phone call. Which I procrastinate. Not for any good reason other than I CAN, because I am the Queen of Procrastination™. I have the best intentions, really I do. Every day I resolve to pick up the phone and make that appointment. Especially when I'm getting ready for work in the morning and am forced to look into a mirror. Then the day climbs into that handbasket headed for hell, and we all know there are no phones in hell.
The thing I dislike about a short haircut is that it grows. Continuously. That requires upkeep. I am not about upkeep. I find upkeep a PITA. The thing I dislike about long hair is that I'm too old to wear it well, so out of necessity, since I can't do a thing about my age, I have to wear it short. When I find myself in front of the mirror, scissors in hand, whacking away at the hairs hanging in my eyes, I know its past time to make that call. So far, I've been past that time three times.
My stylist is also a personal friend of mine. We run in the same social group. Last week, we saw each other at a gathering of the group (a combination birthday/he got a job! celebration for another friend of ours) and when she saw me, she gave me the look. I know that look. Its the one that says, "Your hair looks like shit, why haven't you called me?" Busted. Later, when we were saying goodbyes, I told her I'd be calling her. She looked relieved. Except now I've screwed the pooch because she's expecting my call. The one I haven't had time to make all week. Because I've been too busy covering the absentee stupidvisor's ass at work, staying nearly until closing every night, slipping out the door just before 5:00 so that I can make it to the bank to make the daily deposit, because, well.... because SOMEONE needs to be there, and I cannot in good conscience just leave the damn store with only TWO people there to answer the phones and wait on all the customers. Not that its my responsibility. I'm just one of those conscientious-type employees who likes to avoid the co-worker-hate-list. Today should be interesting. The four of us who have been there ass-covering the past two weeks will be leaving to attend a recruiting meeting (read: writing contracts for rentals) at one of our Michigan schools. Stupidvisor (if she shows) will be the one left to close the store, which is open until 7pm (Thursday is our late night). If she doesn't show, we'll be forced to lock the doors when we leave at 5pm. The BB would just LOVE that.... 
Looks like I've come full circle.
Happy blogging.
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