hayes

so I'm into my second week back to work after my vacation. Holy fucking pile of memo's to go through and calls/e-mails to return when I got back. I don't remember having so much shit to come back to when I took off 2 weeks last September to go to Amsterdam. The peace and quiet was nice, up until Thursday when they called me. I knew they wouldn't be able to go a whole week. I'm always amazed when my pager or cell doesn't go off for 24 hours, I guess a whole week was asking too much. I'm taking all my girls out for dinner on Sunday to celebrate one of our trainees going off on her own and more importantly, to another store. We all need a couple drinks after having to put up with her for 2 whole months, mostly the girl who was training her. I'm glad to see her go, but now feel pity for the people in the store where she's going. A couple friends of mine work at that store and they will eat her alive, hahaha.
On another note, I got to shave my dad's head. Not before I gave him a killer mohawk and took pics of him. He looked bad ass. My mom has yet to send me the pics, I wanted to post one. He wanted to shave off his beard too, but me and my mom wouldn't let him. I've only seen my dad with no beard once in 26 years. It was scarey, I cried. Then my 7 year old cousin wanted one, I left it quite long in the middle, it looks awesome all gelled up tall. My aunt was thrilled.
We saw Devil's Rejects on Sunday, it was so good. Best chick getting hit by a truck scene ever!!! Sheri Moon Zombie is sooo fucking hot, that is one couple who wouldn't have to ask me twice if they could tie me to their bed and put out cigarettes on my ass. That reminds me of a time that I was working at a record store a few years back and I was taking some shit to the bank. This dork was working collecting postal codes from passers by and stopped to ask me mine. I said I was working and the bitch says very cuntily "where on earth do you work that you can wear that shirt?" Refering to my Rob Zombie shirt with the giant bloody pentagram on the back of it. I quite politely said, Hell, and was on my merry way...