Thursday, February 17, 2005 Well my thumb nail is looking better. The one side is a little sore and down farther, but I think that was from when Travis bumped me and I hit it off the freezer. Holy poop, that hurt. I've been getting good hours at the salon. My check this week was the most it's been in a looooong time. Oh yeah, Katie's up here. Her, her friend Tara, and Timmy came over the other night. I told them that if her dog, Peanut, did anyting on the carpet, she owes me our $350 security deposit, lol. I was soooo tempted to put acrylic nails on today...until I took my nail polish off and saw that my finger nails are looking better. I guess I can hold off. I just painted my nails French manicure to kinda class them up. That's what I was going to paint them if I put acrylics on anyway. I'm hungry. I have no idea what I'm going to eat. Katie wants me to go over to her parents at 8. They're going to watch The O.C. Hoorah. I thought I could just leave in time to go get Travis, but he wanted me to throw a chicken in the oven so I might have to leave a little earlier than I thought. 6:20 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Friday, February 11, 2005 I wanted more highlights in my hair today. I asked the new girl if she would put some in really quick if her appointment didn't show (she was already 20 minutes late) and she said that she would. But of course, five seconds after that was out of my mouth, her appointment came in. She got done with her really fast, though, and we had about 45 minutes until we would really close down the salon but she just stomped around, wasting time. I finally just gave up and left. So she'll get to mark down an extra half hour today, but I don't care. This is going to be the biggest check I've had in a long time. I actually had stuff to do at the salon this week. Last Friday was my day to cook. I made two boxes of pasta and a bunch of garlic bread. I accidently set the alarm for 9:30 PM instead of AM and slept in for an hour or so. I didn't get to the salon until 11:30, but I dragged all my food in with me. No body said hi when I walked in, they just ignored me. No one touched my food and a half an hour later a pizza delivery guy came and dropped off a pizza and breadsticks! I almost walked out right there. So everyone flocked to the break room to eat the pizza. My pasta sat there untouched for hours. I kept going into the bathroom thinking how I could sneak out of there without anyone seeing, but I decided to stick it out. I was going to get paid for that day, dang it, AND I was going to be in everyone's face and make them feel like huge JERKS for ordering food. So I did, I stayed and was the better person. Ha HA! Anyway, I'm really upset about not getting highlights. When I want something done with my hair, I want it done right then. I can't wait. The new girl also did this to me one other time. I told her I wanted her to French braid my hair and she said she would, but then never did. She kept taking stuff from me today. I was going to talk to my boss and tell her that I was quitting and it was all because of the new girl, but then this week turned out to be a really good week, so I'm kinda reconsidering it. Next week I only have two appointments, so I'll probably want to quit and vandalize the salon again. Crap. I just remembered that I didn't get a reference for my application to work at Movie Gallery. Poop. I've applied at three places, no calls. Travis wants me to apply at places like Wendy's, McDonald's, TK's Subs and Six Packs....but I really don't want to work around food. There was a pet store hiring, but I saw the sign a while ago and they probably already hired someone. I COULD drive and go check, but it's like freezing outside. I also need to return a bra that doesn't fit. New rant: I hate bras. HATE HATE HATE. I can't find one that fits me. In the 11th grade, someone I went to school with told me that she liked to wear sports bras and so I tried wearing one for a while. Holy crap, was that comfortable!! I never went back. Then I found spaghetti strap sports bras! Woo hoo! Now the straps are like a normal bra, but it's still comfortable. Now any time I try to buy a normal bra, it's either not cute enough or way too uncomfortable. Actually, they're all uncomfortable, cute or not. And is the pointy look in again? I mean, everytime I put a normal bra on, it's like I hopped in a time machine and flew to 1960. I like my boobs round, that's kinda the natural shape. I just hate bras. When I find one that looks like it'll be round, they never have my size. My size is big, bulky, and ugly. I am NOT an old lady. I could shop in Victoria's Secret (the store or the catalog) but that's kinda expensive. Wow, I'm like so lost on the topic and what I'm talking about. Crap, I also wanted to get into the wax room before I left the salon. My life sucks. I work in a freakin salon and my hair is ugly and I'm hairy. *cries* 6:37 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Friday, February 04, 2005 So I went to the doctor. She told me to keep using the steroid cream on my face. She took one look at my nails and said, "Oh that's a fungus infection." No it's not! She should've at least taken a culture or something. She didn't. She just looked at it and assumed. Then she said just let it grow out, she wouldn't give me any medicine or anything. And then they charged me $67!!! The other times I went it was $50. I hate myself. 5:49 PM [link] ----------------------------------------------------------- Tuesday, February 01, 2005 It's official. I'm screwed. I have onycholysis (I think) in three of my nails, which I caught from a client (I think) and it is causing my and my husband's dermatitis (I think). Hopefully I can get someone at a nail tech message board to see what they think, but I'm probably going to have to go to a dermatologist. Yippee skippee. It all fits now. I started doing her nails in August or September. She noticed her nail coming away from the nail bed around October. I noticed a dry spot on my face in October. Her nail continued to come away from the bed. My face continued to burn, itch, and get worse. She went to a dermatologist a few weeks ago and he said it was a fungus (which I'm not really sure of) and he gave her medicine. And that's about when I noticed my thumb nail...separating from the nail bed. Yay. At first I just thought my nail was peeling really bad, cuz my nails used to do that a lot. I figured it was really bad from the acrylic nail pushing on it all the time. But as I read more and more about onycholysis, I realized that that's what I have. On three on my nails. My left thumb and index finger: the fingers I hold the client's figer with. My right index finger: a finger I hold the file with and come in contact with the client's finger a lot. All of which get nail filings on them. Hoorah. So I'm sitting here scratching my face, hating my job more and more. If my fingers fall off, I think I might sue. Ha ha. 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