Respect the 'hawk. It will be back.

I get so many compliments about how perfectly shaped my head is for a buzz, and constantly reminders that, "that mohawk didn't look as good on you, anyway."

J told me that I looked like a nine-year-old with daddy issues.

Why do they tell me all this after it's gone? They think it's not coming back? Um, whatever dudes, but the moment I get a new job with a more accepting boss, the 'hawk will return.

Now that we think back on it, we wrote a pretty intense blog about office workers selling out to the 'the man'. We still have a problem with it. In fact, we're even more annoyed where we work now. Some years back the company went bankrupt or whatever and these new folks got it with no idea what they were doing. It's only NOW that we're starting to carry more of the supplies that we lost in the transfer. But this started years ago! Damage done! A lot of our customers have already transferred over to other stores. We have a bunch of ideas to liven the place up, create a fun atmosphere, and we know that the other sale associates do too. The catch? We aren't allowed to do a fuckin' thing! Business ain't doin' so good, and they don't want to alienate anybody.

The other day a woman came in and flipped at me, called me an idiot, said that I was horrible yadda yadda whatever, and our boss had to service her and bend over backwards to try and calm her down. HolyCuntBats, lady, I'm doin' my fucking JOB okay! I mean if this were my store, I would not take that crap! I would count to ten and kick her the fuck out. "Lady, you go and attend to the kid who you left waiting for you in that restaurant. It's not OUR fault that you didn't take the time to think about how long it takes to shop. We will keep your shit for 24 hours. Once you have apologized to your son for making him wait, and your daughter for making a scene we suggest you actually make the time to come back and we will cut it for you properly. If you rage at any of my employees again, I will take your name and picture and put it on our 'psychos to avoid' wall. Now kindly fuck off and have a nice day."

To bad D isn't actually in charge. He's our store manager and he's fine with mohawks as long at they're down for work. It's MarA, the area supervisor, who's got the stick forced up her ass by the corporate monkeys up top. We aren't even allowed to put out a suggestion box! We can't change the music from the required mix, we can't put up a collage board of pictures of our customer's completed projects. Nobody, but managers are actually 'full time' employees because they don't want to have to pay us full benefits...

COME ON ALREADY!

We love our store so much, but it isn't doing so well. It's breakin' what heart we got.

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