Our office is up on an open floor which we share with a salon. The salon employees and owner are fantastic, lovely people who give me hair products at discounts- how could I not like them? Even without the discounts I’d still like them. Their clients, on the other hand, need to be harpooned by a 100000 hate rays of smite. Oh, and destruction. Yes, smite AND destruction.
Our front door is a ways from the salon- a couple hundred feet at least and around a corner. Yet, all of the women from the salon will waddle over here on their cell phones yak yak yaking about who they fucked last night and how his dick was small but you know, it wasn’t all that bad. Oh except his cum tasted a little funny. Of course, it was really sweet of him to fuck her while she was on her period and hadn’t shaved her puss, as most men wouldn’t in such situations. Did I mention these lovely convos are carried on in front of our open office door? Hell, the women will turn and look at me through the window while carrying on about their nasty sexcapades. I’m sure the IRS agent I’m on the phone with loves to hear about the hairy, bloody twat poundings of a woman as much as I do, so I suppose that’s all forgivable, right?
What gets me is the smoking. These women will toddle over with their capes on and foils and/or perming rods in their hair, light up, and smoke right in front of our open door. I hate smoke, I do- it makes me feel all icky and just the smell grosses me out. That said, smoke all ya want, just be courteous. Tis all I ask. Smoking while standing directly in front of our open door while there is like, 300 feet of platform does not equal being courteous, ladies.
In that same regard, we have a bench in front of the office where a lot of the salon girls come out and sit. This is a bench we bought and set out there. Sometimes they get bleach or dye on it, but that’s not the end of the world. Sometimes they smoke on it, also not the end of the world. What is horrible is when they throw their stupid butts ALL OVER THE GROUND and then we get a letter from the building owner saying we need to clean up after our smokers. After that we talked to the salon owner and she set up a lovely sitting area right outside the salon. Did that stop the dumb, ill-mannered women? Of course not.
Now the women still come over here, but they found a place to put out their butts- our plants. Our planters are FULL of nasty cigg butts, yet no one in this office smokes.
What takes the cake is what I witnessed about an hour ago. A woman from the salon waddled over, perming rods firmly in place. I thought she was just walking over to sit on our bench and smoke, but then I saw her do something that made my blood pressure rise- she put her cigg out in our plant. Now, she wasn’t sitting here and just happened to lean over- oh no. She walked over here JUST to put her cancer stick out in our plant and then walked off.
Dumb bitch, there’s a fucking TRASH CAN and ASH TRAY 20 feet away from the salon. Hell, YOU PASSED IT TO GET TO OUR OFFICE. What the hell is wrong with you? Bah.