The Tatums are separating. I'm more upset by this than makes sense.

I walked a vigorous 5 miles yesterday. My ass hurts and my legs are working a little funny. And I've got 2+ hrs of driving for a 10 minute appointment tomorrow. Forms all printed, directions memorized, ids in hand. I'm really in a fucktheman mood about this.

My desire to lose weight and not spend money is being severely challenged by my desire to eat my way out of frustration.

Me, every minute of every day.

The Tatums are splitting? That makes me sad, too.

Aw, Tatums.

In honor of the recent holiday, a come-to-Jesus meeting?

I don't know how to do those.

I have struggled for an entire year dealing with the complaints of the older women against the younger women - they let some issue build up for months without saying anything to me about it, finally say something, I tell them "Ok I will have a chat with ..., let me know if there are further issues". I talk with the person, nobody says anything for months, I assume the little chat took care of the issue, but meanwhile the thing is still going on, but the experienced staff are back to not saying anything and letting their frustration build up until it explodes. They tell me the thing is still a problem, so I have another chat, with a different approach, ask them to tell me right away if there are further issues, but instead they say nothing for months... lather, rinse, repeat. I ask my supervisor for help, she simply says, "you're doing a wonderful job, don't worry." What makes it worse is that I'm kind of ticked off with the more experienced staff, because they were the ones training the young ones in. If they took the approach in training them that it was easier to do everything themselves than to by god explain and teach.... what do they expect?!?

I tried to get everyone to collaborate on a detailed list of duties and how to carry them out. I wrote down an outline, left room for comments... not a jot, not a tittle.

The Tatums are splitting? I am oddly saddened by that, more than I ought to be.

So that made me feel good for whatever reason.

Yay, Jesse, who is no worse than perfectly respected people!

Good luck with puberty, JZ and Hec.

I danced a bunch this weekend, and made good choices and left early, so even though I got less dancing in I also had fewer moments of "I am sitting here when I want to dance and no one wants to dance with me and it must be because they can tell I am awful" kind of thing.

Also I saw this woman who had really cool hair and I am tempted to do what she had but suspect I would not like it enough to deal with growing it back out. (I currently have one side shaved; she had both sides shaved and then a very poufy mohawk that she'd put up into a cascade of...poufs? Hard to explain but it looked bad-ass) Also then I wouldn't have my blue streak, which I also love!

I am totally in favor of blue streaks.

Puberty...

AHAHAHAHA.

The Tatums are splitting? I am oddly saddened by that, more than I ought to be.

Right? It's the end of an era!

Also must remember that bad-ass as the women on instagram and google images look, I am (a) not bone-structured like that and (b) don't have the willingness to "do" my hair every day. So it is unlikely to look like this:

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That is an utterly badass hairstyle, meara, and it does look like a lot of fuss and bother.