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.
hey my name is raymi and i am 23 from toronto, canada. i have been a fan of yours since that parent trap movie you did. ok i’m lying, i mean i wasn’t a fan per se i just knew about it and i think i saw it on the family channel and was like that girl has a lot of freckles and orange hair and she has a funny laugh. ok so i think you should be my friend because i am the ruler of the internet which means i can make you look smarter and write about all of our adventures on my blog and basically i can be your nicole richie except i PROMISE i won’t get skinnier than you and take away your attention. uh, we can get “heat exhaustion” together any day of the week also my boyfriend is very good looking and somehow you could benefit from that. ps. i am very funny.
i’m watching what not to wear right now with lise. i like how 99% of the women they makeover all wear big stupid glasses and have floppy hair and all the stylists have to do is take out the ponytail and send her to lasic eye treatment and she’s done.
how would you feel if i moved inside of you like brought all my stuff and then just stayed there unannounced for a few days and then curled up into the fetal position and dug my hands into your thighs and grew like ten feet longer with puss all around me until you had to extract me with a dental pick?
just wondering what your thoughts might be concerning that possibility.
