Yes, Abby, it is August. Not sure I'm up for this, but will try.
I'm struggling right now. I don't think I wish to go into it right now, but I'm sure I will at some point.
I will share with you that since I have been staring into the abyss, I have also spent many hours staring at the tube. Sometimes watching, sometimes just staring.
From all I've seen on television -
There is a block of I Love Lucy, Dick Van Dyke, Mary Tyler Moore.
That is comfort for me. I love old sitcoms. I don't know why but it's like a shot of dopamine for me and it is needed.
I did watch Ride or Die on Prime, and I liked that. Octavia Spencer and my husband's girlfriend, Hannah Waddington. It was far better than I'd have thought. It was funny, along with the action. I love both of these actresses, so it was a good watch for me and Rick. That doesn't happen often since we both like such different genres. Action is not usually something I like but the humor in this made it different.
As I continued to stare at stupid insipid shit on TV, I am convinced Carmen Electra is rude and stupid. Not a good combo. There is a show about the dumbest celebrity. I think she will win. I don't know the name because I was just staring, mostly out the window, really.
If I never see that show again, it will be fine. The remote was across the room, and I was too lazy to fetch it. Yes, I know that is awful.
In the wee hours while I'm awake, I did watch a marathon of Dateline.
Just once, honestly, just once, I'd love them to say the person who was killed was a horrible person and mean to everyone. But they are always the best person around, kind-hearted, life of the party.
And finally our TV. Our television was going nuts. It would change channels on its own. It went from Netflix to Channel 5 news. Then another night it flashed on and off a few times in a row. It's been wild. Poltergeist again?
If it had been our power, other things would also have flashed.
It did this for a full two days and suddenly stopped as quickly as it started. Whatever it was, it got our attention; that is for certain.
Tipping -
I am sick to death of tipping. I was a waitress for many years in my teens and 20s. I did not make minimum wage, so tipping was the way to make a living wage. But the woman at the coffee shop who takes my order gets paid minimum wage; why must I tip her? Then they shove the tablet in front of you and ask, are you tipping. I want to say for what? You handed me my drink; that is what your job is, right?
Now here's the biggest rub for me. Hairdressers.
They should not be tipped, I'm sorry.
But God forbid you don't, and see what happens to your hair.
I went to a salon when I lived in Ohio. There was a sign that said, We are professionals, like your doctor. Do you tip her/him? We do not accept tips.
My hairdresser charges $100 for a cut. So that is $120 every time I get a cut with tip. If she does 10 haircuts a day for 5 days, that is 24K a month. Why am I tipping her? That is roughly $250K a year. Now that is only if she did cuts. But coloring, as you know, is several hundred more; extensions, etc., are all much more. It really infuriates me that one must tip a hairdresser.
When my gyno put fuzzy slippers over her stirrups, should I have tipped her?
My hairdresser in VA back in the late 90's was making 150K a year working 3 days a week, she told me. Again, why do we tip them?
I am an over tipper when it comes to service at a restaurant. I also tip the porter who carried my bags or the bellman.
I honestly can't understand in this backward town that haircuts are higher than those in the big cities I've lived in. There was a place charging $35 that I tried when I moved here. I wore a hat for a month.
Okay, that rant is over.
I haven't laughed a lot of late, but this did make me smile. So damn true!!
Who is gonna tell her?
6 comments:
My sister in law does hair and they are still poor so IDK what's going on there lol. I think her space rental is pretty expensive or something.
I do believe it is you sitting beside me staring into the abyss....I manage to stay on top of housework, cooking and "life" but honestly the news makes me wonder why....
I agree on the tipping, it is out of control.
I love my hairdresser but just had her remove the extensions and cut my hair. I was only able to pull hair up or back because of the heat and humidity and it costs 55.00 every 5 weeks to move the extensions and I do color my hair so that is even more. Over the expense and the fact that I have to drive around people to get there so I said screw it ,remove them and cut my hair.
I seem to be "over" alot of things these days.
See you at the abyss!
JC
Hey, you're back as promised!
I sometimes like to watch old tv shows, I think because it reminds me of a more carefree/simpler time in life.
I agree about tipping culture here in the U.S., and I love the sign at the Ohio salon. The woman who cuts my hair does a good job and only charges $35 - a rare find. That nose job woman - for real?
Sorry you're struggling. Feel free to rant or take a break or stare at TV.
Tipping makes me feel generous, magnanimous. I've been a server and haven't forgotten how good it made me feel to be tipped.
There's a lot to unpack in your post today but this is all the energy I've got at the moment. I'm preparing for six nights at the lake, so making a take-along list and a do-first list and a grocery list, and baking bread and muffins today for lazy eating. Tomorrow, maybe granola, which also fills the hole and helps me get the plain yogurt down my neck that will supposedly help strengthen my poor old osteoporific (is that a word?) bones.
By suppertime I'll be ready for bed. I may even be cranky. Farmbeau will surely think so!
All love to you,
Kate
Hmm...daydreaming or disassociation? Sometimes nothing, sometimes a coping mechanism? Glad you're being curious about it...hopefully that leads to a little more understanding?
Tipping is pissing me off too. I don't mind tipping, especially the people who cut my hair, but almost every single machine I encounter prompts me to tip. It's like the plate at church...I'm not at church! I'll tip if I want to.
I used to pay my hairdresser 120 to cut and color my hair. Then I decided that I didn't want to color my hair anymore. Why? I'm retired. I'm 71. I have reached the "I don't give a shit" stage of life. Now my haircuts are $50, and I only go every 8-10 weeks. It's fabulous. This is why I don't have short hair, because it requires more maintenance with the constant trims. But as hot as it's been, I thought maybe I should go with it short again, but as usual my hairdresser talks me out of it.
On Netflix I watched Best Medicine. It was kind of funny, but would have been better without the nitwit that plays the docs receptionist.
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