Tuesday, October 4, 2011

The return of the entity known as something-something

Hello everyone!  I hope you've all had a fantastic week.  Wait.  What's that, Mr. Fluffy?  I haven't posted a blog in ages?  It's actually been so long that cobwebs have formed over the Blogger Dashboard?  Well that's rubbish!  It hasn't been that... long... Oh my sweet Jesus.  It's been forever!  You're right, Mr. Fluffy.  I am an awful person.  What have I been doing all this time you silently ask while licking your ass.  I seem to have been slowly descending into a depressed and defeated funk resulting from my stationary and seemingly permanent position within the city of Bumfuck working in a salon whose owners were trying to destroy my will to live, whose client list has declined sharply due to said depression and funk and general lack of anything resembling confidence. 

But guess what.  I have news!  Wonderful fabulous news!  I not only left the hell that was my work environment for greener pastures in another salon I also visited my amazing friend Nicole in Utah for a much needed vacation and Doctor Who-fest and could possibly maybe slightly might be dating someone.  Of the opposite sex.  In actual person not, like, nicely trading quips online and via text. 

These activities in conjunction are helping me to yank my head from the deep dark depths of my own butt-hole and re-enter society as a human being with worth.  Because I've been feeling pretty damn worthless.  And I may not be worth a million yet, but at least I'm at a buck fifty. 

First things first:  my new salon!  I decided after weighing my options that I had to make a change.  And in the space of one week I put out the word and was hired on and moved out.  Seriously it was like a mad salon-moving ninja packing extravaganza.  My new place had been hinting at wanting me for some time and the stars just happened to align in my favor. 

Part of me feels really bad about the way things went down.  There was no nobility.  No two-week notice and fond farewells.  I told the other girls in the salon that I was going, but had to tell my boss via text as I was driving out of the parking lot with my car packed with my belongings that I had quit.  I really do wish that it had been otherwise, but I was genuinely afraid of what her husband would have done to my equipment if he were given any warning what so ever of my leaving.  I'd rather not have driven up to work to see my belongings in trash bags tossed out the back door. 

I'm still getting adjusted to my new place.  I was at my old salon for five years.  My boss had actually hired me straight out of school and called dibs on me while I was attending.  Despite everything, that's a lot of time and a lot of memories both good and bad.  I had a lot of myself invested in that business.  To leave it behind was hard, but staying would've been impossible.

The next challenge is to repair my clientele.  It's pathetic.  I hadn't realized in my stupor what had become of it only that I was getting progressively more destitute.  To sit down with my appointment book to inform my clients of my move and to have so few people to contact was a wake-up call.  I've been sabotaging myself for quite some time now be it in my desire to cut back my hours to avoid being in such a horrible environment to my surely poor attitude while working.  I was miserable and when mama is miserable everyone is miserable. 

I'm going to make a concentrated effort to start rebuilding  my confidence.  I have to or I'm going to be living out of a cardboard box.

But on to the subject over which you're all gnashing your teeth:  a male breeding prospect.  Okay, maybe not breeding but definitely staring at longingly because holy god and all that is in heaven he is a pretty creature.  And quite sweet and genuinely trying very hard not to piss me off.  All traits that I admire in a man.  I had actually done his hair a few times and apparently impressed him with my mad scissor work.  Or something.  I seriously have no idea why he finds me appealing but I won't push him about that.  If he chooses to find me entertaining then more power to him! 

So there we are.  I'm trying.  Again.  It's not going to be easy but I am blessed with unbelievably amazing friends and family.  I couldn't ask for a better support group.  That they've tolerated me during my departure from sanity speaks volumes to their character and patience.  Without them I don't know where I'd be or who I would be. 

Until next time (which will hopefully be sooner) DFTBA and God save the Queen.