I’m an ex-employee for a spa in the mountains of BC.
I quit leaving them 2 days to figure out their sceduale and get some other workhorse in to replace me. I didn’t legally owe them any notice, And after I got over the guilt of maybe leaving them stranded I was ready to go. My time is important, Sitting picking at the feet of oil wives from Calgary who say “my beamer” 3 times per second, and talk about their husbands golfing and the realestate market bringing their summer home to 2 mil is not how I wanted to spend my summer. I said fuck you to the pretentiousness of giving your 6 year old her 3rd pedicure and left. It’s been a month. After calling again this morning and getting the “I’m really busy right now, i’ll call you back. Click” again I started to go mental. I wan’t my fucking check. Now. It’s well past the ok you screwed me, i’ll screw you game.

What would be the funny thing to do?

Bronwyn

by the way i’ve been reading your blog for a few years whatever,you know, I love you blah blah blah anyway i’m starting up a clothing line inspired by women like you and like me, and when I have my shit together i’m going to ask you to do a shoot. Just so you know.