Snoskred - Life in the Country

I have never really truly hated anyone in my life time. Honest, I am serious when I say that. I’ve disliked people before, but I reckon that is entirely different to hating someone. However, I may be on the verge or possibly have even crossed over into hating someone since moving here.
I work for my parents. They own the business. On top of that, my partner works there as well. There are 18 salespeople employed by them. I adore a couple of them, like many of them, I tolerate (barely) two of them, and I cannot stand one of them. She has never been polite or civil to me since I started working there - I think she is jealous. Probably thinks there’s favouritism coming my way, or something. That’s completely not true. But she’s over 40, has 2 or 3 kids (I don’t know, she’s never talked to me about anything at all) and she acts like a little kid most of the time. She was living with a 22 year old guy but he dumped her a few months ago and so now she’s clearly feeling old, and therefore is on a campaign to prove she is NOT old.

The biggest problem I have with her is, she doesn’t do much work during work hours. I have never seen anyone avoid work and customers like she does. Yet, she falls ass backward into sales - read steals them from other salespeople having a day off and someone always is - which makes it look like she’s actually doing work.

The second biggest problem I have is that she has no respect for herself, and then by extension for her employer. She washes her hair ONCE a week. That’s just plain disgusting in my opinion. She goes out to pubs and smoky environments, and some days her hair stinks like you wouldn’t believe. Plus, she doesn’t BRUSH it and it is curly, she just puts it up into a ponytail and all you see is KNOTS and omg it makes me feel sick to think about customers being exposed to that. Like at the very least, PUT IT INTO A BUN so that nobody can notice you are a filthy ho, ok?

So she’s just come back from a week’s holidays, and she went to a country where labor is very cheap, so she got them to plait her hair into those stupid corn-row type things. Her hair is long, it reaches her butt in these plaits. She came back Monday and it is now Friday, and she is still wearing it that way. She hasn’t washed it, you can still smell the incense from the country she went to, as well as a lot of cigarette smoke. It reeks. It is unpleasant to be near her. It is now starting to go like dreadlocks.

If I have to sit here and watch that hair turn into dreadlocks, someone will have to stop me from punching her until she passes out, and then cutting those things off with scissors. EWW! I’d have to wash my hands for like 6 hours afterwards, though.

And she actually said to a customer in front of me that she only washed her hair once a week because it “makes the color last heaps longer” - hello, you are being paid over $50,000 a year. GO AND GET IT DYED AGAIN! It’s not expensive! The local hairdresser does it for $38 - and that’s for long hair!

I have never worked with a skanky ho before. I have worked with bitches. She combines the two into a wonderful package. Is it nasty to wish for unpleasant things to happen to her? Probably it is, and probably it is bad Karma for me to do it, but I must admit I have.

On a positive note, she has the weekend off, and I only have to work tomorrow and then I have three days off.. It’s so nice when she’s not there.