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| March 28th, 2006 My ballet career is over. Yesterday, I decided I would go get a mani/pedi after work, because, dammit, I deserve it! So, I go to the shop where I always go. And I wait. And wait. After 25 or so mins, someone finally starts on my manicure. It's the "new" girl, who has been there long enough to no longer need the descriptor, but hasn't honed her skills in any meaningful way. My nails are too short, but they'll grow back. At least she didn't cut me open. Oh no! That was reserved for the pedicurist, who just clippered her way right thru my left big toe. "Careful, you ham-fisted cunt!" I kind of flinched, but I thought she realized she had nipped me and backed off. Nope, she had cut me open. Then I started bleeding. And I flat-out refused to put my foot back in the water. Not after all the flesh-eating bacterial infections that women have gotten around here lately. (None of those were in neighborhoods anywhere near the shop I go to, and they use the regular foot tubs, not the kinds with the jets, which are the ones that breed the bacteria. Run on, little sentence! Run on!) Anyway, they put the steptic stuff on it and it really didn't hurt that much, but I was pretty miffed. And then they still charged me full price! I'm too nice, I should have said something. Today appears to be Yutz Day. At least on the roads. I hate Dallas drivers. Let's cut people off and not let people into our lane, just so we can all end up sitting at the same effing traffic light! I'm over it. Really I am. Let's see, what's going on in other news. I finally went to Vegas. Yay me! I attended sales meetings there for two days (one night). It was a lot of fun. Dinner wasn't good, don't go to Tremezzo at the Aladdin. But we gambled at the Hard Rock. AlphaMatt had requested I play a hand of blackjack for him, so I finally ponied up 10 bucks for my first hand of professional, Vegas blackjack. And I got Blackjack. Wooot. I like this game. I played for about 20 mins until I was all out of money. I wasn't really strategizing, I was just having some fun. I certainly wasn't harboring dreams of being able to call in Fuck You to work the next day. I flew back Friday night. That airport blows goats. What a mess. But one of the TSA people let us into the First Class passenger security line, so the wait wasn't as long as it could have been. I also got to sit next to a hot guy on the plane. Woooohooooo. That's never happened to me before. We started chatting because we were both so ready to be back in Dallas. After that, it was a quiet weekend. Ran some errands, cleaned my house. Slept. A lot. Naps are good. As soon as I figure out how to take them at work, I'll be golden. |