Ch-ch-ch-Changes

Quite the week. My tendonitis flared up again in my right elbow prompting a trip to the orthopeodist's office. Good news in the end, a few weeks in rehab ought to make a huge difference and I am still able to work.

On the way home from the appointment, however, I blew a tire on a major interstate. So there I stood on the side of the Crosstown in heels with a bum elbow emptying out the trunk of my car for the world to see. I couldn't believe the things I pulled out of there... note to others, clean out your trunk every five years or so in case you ever need to go for that spare.

Oh, yeah, and my beloved boss quit, effective immediatly. I guess I'm not surprised. Since Knife Crime took over the spa his job has basically been reduced to glorified receptionist and he hasn't been happy at all. We walk a fine line between friends/colleagues/boss-and-employee so I haven't known the details of his doings lately but I knew something was brewing.

I talked to him for a while last night and even though I'm glad that he's moving into something that will make him happier (he took an esthetician/massage therapist position at another Knife Crime location) he sounded like he's been drinking the Corporate Kool-Aid. He went on and on about how the company really cares and the people that have been helping him with the transition really believe in the "mission" and I should really give them a chance to show me how great they are and blah blah BLAH! Whatever. I know how they can show me they care... how about sending a person or at least a scrap of communication to the staff at the location you just took over to meet us, maybe, and tell us what our wages will be and what products we'll be using and what our holiday hours will be and when the new software is coming? Despite my boss' good experience with them, I haven't seen one person come in and actually make an attempt to welcome us to the company... not one. We've been given zero information and have been floundering around for the past two months not knowing what in the world their plans are for us. They can suck it, for all I care.