I have a cold

I feel like crap.

And I have to work all day tomorrow. Holiday my ass.

Maybe I'll actually feel like writing a proper blog tomorrow.

Discovering new music

DISCLAIMER: Turn off (or pause) music player before watching videos!
(haha thanks Sheila!)

If you've been reading my blog for...pretty much any amount of time, then you know that music is a big part of my life. And for someone like me, there's few things more exciting than discovering a band for the very first time and falling in love with them.

Three days ago, I was looking around youtube for videos from this year's Projekt Revolution tour. Basically torturing myself because I wasn't able to go.

So during this search on Tuesday afternoon, I discovered this amazing group of percussionists.

Street Drum Corps.

(that's not the first video of them playing that I found, but it's way better quality)

While looking for more stuff from them,
I found this!

w00t! Go Shannon!

Anyway, the next day I went out and bought their first CD, which is a-freaking-mazing. I would have bought their second one too, but Best Buy didn't have it. I need to look around for it some more.

Whenever I discover new and exciting music, I always like to share. So there ya go. =]

Writer's Workshop Wednesday

I wish I could draw.

Or paint.

Or sculpt.

Or anything artistic like that.

I mean, I can barely draw a stick figure. No joke.

I have this one friend named James. He draws, paints, does computer art (he has a degree in computer animation), writes, plays guitar, bass AND drums. Most importantly, he does them all very well. He has more talent in his pinkie finger than most people I know have in their entire bodies.

He is one of my best friends and I love him to pieces. But I am jealous. I am jealous of this wealth of talent he has. Talent I wish I had.

I am most jealous of his artistic ability with drawing and painting. He's been drawing since he could put crayon to paper. Granted, it's taken him years to hone his skills to what they are now. But this ability is something I believe one is born with. Either you have it or you don't.

And I don't have it.

I was half-jokingly voicing my jealousy to him once. He said to me: "but you know, I couldn't do what you do. I probably couldn't do anything with a head of hair if my life depended on it."

That made me feel a bit better. I suppose everyone has their gifts.

Lots of randomness

I'm going a bit widget-crazy on my blog. I've seen worse though. I think I'm done.

For now.

DUN DUN DUUUUN!!


Anyway....

The Colbert Report has been reruns for going on two weeks now. You'd think with the Conventions getting underway, he'd be all over that shit. But no. It makes my face sad. =[

I bought a Swiffer Duster. That's the best damn thing ever. I have an antique coffee table that the ex-hubby was kind enough to let me keep when we split up (it belonged to his grandmother) because I loved it so much. It's in a corner of my bedroom being used as a display table for my collection of candle holders. Using the Swiffer to clean that is SO much easier than taking everything off of it, wiping it down, then putting everything back on it again.

I haven't heard from Jade in a while. She was fine the last time we spoke. I hope she's still doing alright. I think I'll text her here in a bit.

Still no idea when the Metallica tickets are going on sale, or how much they're gonna be. Hopefully I'll get some kind of heads-up so I can plan my spending.

Sharon un-quit. Not sure how that happened, or why. I'm just glad it did. She's a good manager to work for.

Since my CD burner went tits up, I finally invested in one of those whatchacallemthingies to play your iPod through your car stero. The only problem I'm having is finding a frequency where it'll come through without static. It's kind of annoying.

End of randomness.

I shit you not...

This was an actual conversation between a customer and I today as I was cutting his hair.

Dude: How old are you?

Me: 37.

Dude: I'm 38.

Me: Oh yeah?

Dude: So how come you're wearing that thing in your eyebrow? (indicating my piercing/jewelry)

Me: I've had it for a long time and I like it.

Dude: Isn't that for younger people?

Me: Well, I really don't care. I like it.


Are you fucking kidding me?? I'm apparently too old to wear a fucking piece of jewelry? Well at least I don't look 45, nor am I losing my hair. So fuck you, dude. You're lucky I didn't stab you in the head with my scissors.

Woohoo!

Congrats guys!

Here we go again

So I got to work today to discover that Sharon had quit on Tuesday. I knew she was thinking about leaving, but I didn't know for sure or when. So now we're down to 3 stylists, 1 floater (she splits her time between us and another location) and NO manager. In all honesty, we really don't need a manager. We went without for something like 5 months before Sharon and did just fine. We only need a manager because Corporate says so. We've been through 7 managers since I've been there (nearly 7 years).

This is exactly why I turned down management both times it was offered to me. I do love working for this company. I've been with this company longer than any other I've worked for in my career. But if Corporate made management worth it, we wouldn't keep losing managers. That says something right there. Besides, I'm the kind of person that just wants to come in to work, do a few heads of hair and go home. I don't want to deal with all the other bullshit.

I had a couple of other things I was going to write about, but now I've totally forgotten what they were.

Hmm...