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	December 11, 2004 2004 is almost over. Praise the Good Lord! I am so ready for it to be a different year. Then I won't have to think about how much this one went right into the crapper. I maintain high hopes for the future. But I am definitely ready to say goodbye to this one. And we will go out on a high note, because Matticus Prime is coming back to Dallas to see us, his beloved friends. And we'll be boogie-ing down at a Tommy Party. It's been an odd week. I'm already tired of my job and ready for something else. Not mention, Dean is leaving me. Prescriptives offered him an ass-load of money to come back to them, and he's taking it. So, I'm mulling over if I want to apply for the soon-to-be-vacant counter manager position. I figure I should, because they are going to want me to do all the work anyway, and I ain't doin' it if they ain't payin' me to. It seems that a majority of our customers have been really cranky lately. Yesterday, I was told by one woman that she and her friends were uncomfortable because I was "hard" on another of their friends about using "soap" to wash her face. Well, pardon me for doing my fucking job. And besides, if you are stupid enough to a) use "soap" to wash your face and 2. not even know (or care) which kind of "soap" it is that you are washing your face with, I can neither help nor respect you. People are stupid. Then there was the other lady who was being downright schitzo and kept poking me in the arm and saying "We're in a hurry." Then STOP ASKING ME FUCKING QUESTIONS! Let me put makeup on your daughter without having to explain each step THREE TIMES, and then you can pay for your shit and leave. Well, turns out, after I turned her over to a sales person to ring up the sale and ran over to another counter to make sure the "soap" customer got the eyeshadow she needed, this woman turned to one of the Guerlain people and said "Is that fat girl deaf?" Apparently, she wanted something and couldn't get my attention and believed that insulting me to someone else would do it. Tony didn't know what to say, so he picked up a Guerlain product and asked her if he could show her something to take care of the lines around her mouth. Well, Heavens to Betsy, that was "mean." She threw a fit about how mean it was of him to insult her like that. Funny how it's ok for her to insult me behind my back, but when someone offers to show her a product, it's just horrible. It's really too bad I didn't hear her. I'm actually disappointed about that. I would have turned around and said "No, she's not. And from now on, you can shop at the Nars counter at Willow Bend, you mean, black-hearted, stupid cow. And you should let him show you that product. Trust me, Honey, you do need it." I've been having a problem lately. I don't feel like cooking anything. Which means I haven't felt like going grocery shopping either. So, not only is there no food in my house, but I wouldn't feel like cooking it if there was. Which means I eat out too much, which isn't all that healthy for me. Not to mention it isn't cheap. I'm in quite the conundrum. I might just go back to buying armloads of Lean Cuisines. At least, they don't take very long to heat. I'm so glad I have tomorrow off. I'm going to go get drunk and then see how long I can sleep.

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