From Pun of the Day:
Jane lived in Hollywood, California, and Julie lived in Miami, Florida. They both could afford to have their hair done by Pierre in St. Louis. One day they both decided to have their hair done. They both called Pierre but he told them that he had only one spot left and that whoever would get there first could have it. Jane hopped into her private jet and Julie hopped into her own helicopter. Jane had to emergency land in Denver, but Julie made it to St. Louis for her hair appointment. The moral of the story is, the whirlybird gets the perm.

     So, when Rhea moved here, Art called in a favor to get her a job, at another location of the chain restaurant he works for. The manager there is a friend of ours. Calling in a favor to get her this job was a big deal. The economy in Michigan is tanking, big time, and getting a job is tough right now. Seriously.
     Last night, our manager friend calls Art, and mentions that Rhea is not doing well at her job. She describes Rhea as giving “about a 60% effort”. Rhea is supposedly training to be a server. In order to do that in this particular restaurant, you have to pass many serving tests, to prove you can do the job, before you’re allowed out on the floor. Rhea is not passing her tests. I’d like to point out that she told us she was “doing really well” at her tests and such.
     So, Art had me passlock all the computers so that Rhea couldn’t spend 14 hours a day playing on them. When she asked about it, Art told her, “You need to go study your server tests.”
     I told Art, “We aren’t her fucking parents.”

     This Thursday, supposedly, Rhea’s soon-to-be-ex (supposedly) is coming to Michigan to talk to her. I intend to heavily suggest that she very seriously consider packing her shit and going back down to Ohio with him when he leaves. She is tap-dancing on my last nerve.
     I told Art that is was worth every penny of the money she owed us just to be shed of her.

     Work last night was long and dreadfully boring, not helped out in the least by the fact that I wasn’t feeling at all well. There’s a pukey flu bug going around, and I think I had it. I never worked up to puking, but I felt queasy and worn out all day, kind of light-headed. I’m feeling somewhat better today, though.
     And now, I’m off to clean house, again, because some dirty pig cooked dinner last night and left all the shit laying around. Including the potful of left-over food, which never got put away. Nice.

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