There's No Road Coming Back This Way...

THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty. Her message is committed To hands I cannot see; For love of her, sweet countrymen, Judge tenderly of me! Emily Dickinson

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Just a 30 something,divorced, disillusioned woman trying to find humanity in the big city.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

Strike Number 2

I'm trying very hard here at work to get my motivation back. It's not helping that yet another paycheck has bounced. This is the second one in a row. He's making it easier and easier for me to go. I still adore working with him, just not for him.
I just finished talking to a friend that works at an office next to mine and she's about to get fired because of her hair. They are trying to tell her that she's not professional enough. She comes in everyday looking a lot more professional than I do. She comes in slacks and a blouse everyday and her hair is pulled back. They don't like her hair when it's up. That has got to be the worst reason I have ever heard! If her hair was always a mess and never clean, maybe, but for putting it up. They never even warned her about it. It's a complete crock if you ask me. If they go through with this and do fire her for her hair the company name will be posted on my next entry. You can't sue for libel if it's true. The irony is that a few weeks ago a client tried to hire her for a personal assistant because she thought that J was too professional for the place she is working. I'll never work for corporate offices again. They have their heads way to far up their asses!

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