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So today was the day I stopped by at my former salon to pick up the rest of my things. I was determined to go in and be polite. As my mother says, no need to burn bridges, right?
My Dear Albanian Friend (a.k.a., DAF) was in today, so I chatted with her as I picked up my things. She asked about my health and we discussed children's doctors-- as mothers are wont to do-- when we were interrupted by a snippy voice. Or should I say Snippy's voice?
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The salon (ex?) boss is a crackhead.
I noticed the odd bit of insanity now and then, but shrugged it off as eccentricity. Even when my dear Albanian friend-- a.k.a., DAF-- told me she was insane, I attributed it to a clash of egos mixed in with a bit of dramatic exaggeration on my friend's part. Today, I learned how right she was. And I called her to apologize.
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Ye gods, so much to tell, so little time..
That salon job? Going well. It's only a few days a week and I get half of what I do. It hasn't been horribly busy, but I'm still averaging more than $10 an hour doing that. It's a pleasant change to actually have money in my wallet.
My friend? Dear A (my Albanian friend) from that very salon? Walked out the day after I started. And never told me. I had to find out from the boss. Oh, yeah. That wasn't weird at all. I guilted A a bit for putting me in such an awkward position and verbally slapped her upside the head for quitting over a blow out gone awry. I'm hoping she comes back. We make a good team.
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