In real life, I don't CARE!

Being at work really reminds of just how much I don't care about what other people say, at least half of the time. I just have to stand there, behind them, listening to their stories, or, their jokes that really aren't that funny. Personal anecdotes that would be better served if told in a therapist's office. Maybe some hairdressers love this part of the job, but I don't.

Especially the self-manufactured bull shit. I am sorry, but you brought this on yourself, and now I have to listen to it every time I see you, and you expect me to agree with you, yet my morals and values won't let me. Thus, I revert to the proverbial childhood lesson: If I don't have something nice to say, I don't say anything. And I can see that they are looking for my approval, to be in agreement with their recent idiotic decision, or to feel that their soon-to-be-ex-husband really is an asshole, yet, all I can see is that there are two sides to that story. The worst part is that I have this insane memory, which means that I know:

1. When they are lying.
2. When I know that there is some situation in the past that brought this on.
3. That they really aren't as great of a person as they try to come across.
4. That they are a bullshit artist, manic, trying to make themselves feel better.

I have to put on this act, as if I am really interested or feel bad for them, which is totally out of character for me. In real life, and my friends and family and boyfriend know this, I am a bitch, and I will tell you if I think you are a freakin' idiot who creates problems for yourself. Or, I will let you know I am uninterested in what you have to say, or that you told the story a different way, or that you should seek therapy.... AND SOON.

I do have some really, really great clients, but not enough to make up for the others. It takes years off my life I think, every time I have to bite my tongue. Some nights, on my way home when I call my mom, she will ask how my day went, and I simply say, "I have a mouth full of holes," and she knows I have been biting and chewing the inside of my mouth, just so I still have a job the next day.

Lastly, I hate when I am obviously busy doing something, like studying or on my laptop, or blogging, and the girls think it is a great time to tell me some story, or just talk bullshit. Listen, I am busy. My face is buried in a book. I am not getting paid hourly, therefore when I don't have a client in my chair it is my time. Let me be. And they know it, they admit that they are bothering me. I love them almost like family, so I know I can be honest, but sometimes, they just don't get the hint. Helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooooo I am not even looking at you, and I am "Uh-ummming" you to death. I am not listening. (Honestly, it is happening right now!)