Supplies.

I know you're at your other job now and I won't get a response to this post 'til tomorrow, but The Boss is gone for the day and I just don't know what to do. Since Lemonjello wants to work out, I just don't see myself going home early. That way, he can work out and then come and get me. We decided that we were going to make tuna sandwiches today. I love tuna and the mercury poisoning that is possible with the tuna.

Today was so uneventful at my job that all I did that was worthwhile was help one girl to find various shades of eyeshadows and eat a popsicle. I love that this company just lets you order office supplies that you need and don't give a damn what it is, as long as your department has budgeted for office supplies. Today I ordered a new mouse. The one I have isn't smooth. I mean, it works, but it's not like the one I have at home where it's all quiet and smooth and flowy. When I'm cutting and pasting shit all day, the sound of the clicking on the mouse is so annoying to me that I get a headache every time.

I'm also obsessed with the air dusters that get cold when you spray down your keyboard. I use it almost everyday, but the irony is that my desk is a big mess all day long.

Did I tell you about the new nail tech that did my nails today? I normally have this nice lady named Mimi who does a great job on my nails, and shapes them just right, but today I had the owner of the joint do my nails. I was so excited because I thought that the owner surely had the best skills out of all of them, but she was so busy barking out orders to her minions in Vietnamese that she hardly paid any attention to my nails. She told me that she was going to change the shape of my nails because square was "more professional," and proceeded to cut my nails straight across and then lightly file them down. I swear to God they look like tabletops. Completely square at the ends. Of course, I pulled an Asian and was completely quiet and didn't object the entire time while she filed them down even straighter.

Then I watched her as she corralled about 40 customers into her tiny little shop, promising "manicure and pedicure" to each of them when she clearly didn't have enough people. Now if I was her, I would have told them that if they didn't have an appointment, it would take x or y amount of time before someone could get to them. But it just wasn't like that here. It was like the more people that came in, the bigger her place got, and the more nail technicians started to work there-- all in her mind. It was like downtown Vietnam and a whole lot of American tourists up in there.

In any case, I also accidentally hit my wet nail against the fan that was drying it, and I didn't have a chance to flag my nail tech down to ask her to fix it. So I left with it jacked up. I wish I could do nails. If the stereotype was right, I would be able to do my own nails and wax. I hate waxing. That's why I could never work in a spa that I didn't own. I hope waxing becomes so passe that people don't want to do it anymore. If everyone just got laser like they should, the spa world would be a much better place for me. Then people who came to me for skin care treatments wouldn't end up with jacked up eyebrows and bikini lines and half-waxed, half-bleeding underarms.

OMG. I just overheard one of my co-workers telling her team that she can't stand reading anymore e-mails where our customers blame us for everything from epileptic seizures to cancer. It's true. If you work at any cosmetic company, people will find ways to taunt your ass and get money from you. They'll tell you that your lipstick gave them herpes and your face cream gave them Vitiligo and that by accidentally breathing in your loose powder, they ingested some of the products into their lungs and now have lung cancer. It's the most exciting place to work.

Yay. It's just about time for me to leave. I have the first season of "Prison Break" Season II to watch on the iPod on the way home today. It makes the time go by so fast. I hope you survived job 2 tonight. One day we'll have enough money so we won't need to work. More tomorrow, unless something exciting happens tonight.