So many choices
The cokehead chef? The sharp-as-a-sack-of-balloons manager who thought the business should double as free child care for his ill-mannered offspring? The underling who, after a year, still didn't know how to work the register and kept calling the place by our main competitor's name?

I think the meth addicted colourist at the salon wins. One step up on the classy scale from Amy Winehouse, what she had in talent she squandered on drugs. Each week was the same -- she'd be fine until Thursday, when she'd blow all her tips on meth, crack and who knows what else.

Friday morning, she was nowhere to be found. Not at her apartment, not answering her phone, nowhere -- every fucking week like clockwork.

Our boss, herself being mental, not only continued to employ this girl but always expressed confusion as to why, each week, the staff at the front desk proved unwilling to drive around town checking ditches and crack houses and morgues in the hope of finding her and bringing her in to work.

Sometimes she'd wander in Friday afternoon, dazed and rambling, but just as often she wouldn't show until Saturday, if then. I always thought her absence was to her clients' benefit.

I never had anything against her until she made her drug problem everyone else's problem as well and then she was fair game. The week after I gave notice, I had no problem at all informing all her (soon to be former) clients exactly why she missed so many appointments and why this Friday would be no different.
(louveciennes , Volvospotter, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 23:01, Reply)