PUT ON A SHOW TONIGHT SAY WHATEVER YOU LIKE

SCHEISSE SCHEISSE BE MINE, SCHEISSE BE MINE.


I'm sitting in sunny Agoura right now, on my glorious half hour lunch break.  The birds are chirping, the 101 is noisy, there's a slight breeze, a mild tinge of mediocrity, and an wondering of why the hell it's so bright and sunny in January.  

I WANT YOU, MISERABLE COLDNESS.  

I guess the sun isn't so bad, vitamin D deficiency isn't that good, but at the same time, looking as if you haven't seen the sun in years is a good look.  Not being able to find foundation pale enough is enjoyable.  I LIKE IT, OKAY?  

School is good.  I did a client the other day that was really pissed off.  She was pissed the girl she requested wasn't there, pissed that it took forever to get into a chair, pissed when her color formulation wasn't in the computer, and when the teachers wanted to take over and formulate a new one instead of letting me do it, she was pissed that the formula came out too dark and not red enough.  Also pissed she almost didn't get a haircut. 

But I admire Ron because I feel like he kind of saved my ass.  I mean, the situation wasn't in anyway my fault or my responsibility, but it's still awkward when you have to takeover someone else's pissed off client and make them happy.  He came in with his swagger and told her how cute and beautiful she was and how she needs to go out and do something for herself and blah blah, just really charming and telling her shit a woman would want to hear.

I admire that alot.  Because it fucking worked, and I was dying on the inside, I wanted to laugh so bad.  And whether or not he really meant it is another conversation, but I'd like to be able to do that. 

Just schmooze someone until they're calmer and happier.  

He has a few decades on me though, so I'll need to practice a little more.