On Limits

Underbellies and Exit Plans

Proletariat Rage. JK - Sanaa Lathan in Blade (1998). It’s that time of year!

At the “Office”

Last weekend the luxury apartments overhead at my workplace had a sewer pipe burst. By the end of lunch, our break room sounded like a live waterfall and the leakage had moved into my treatment room (which shares a wall with the break room) bathing every backbar product, all of my equipment, and the treatment room chair-bed.

All eight treatment rooms were occupied so moving into another was not an option. With the leakage soon creeping into the room next to mine our team decided that 2+2 = 4 and it would be best to close early. None of us wanted to risk losing our licensure by performing Eau-de-Urea Facials.

It was quite the Sisyphean Sunday. My coworkers and I were lugging sewer water out in old spa vases or unused storage containers only to come back and find the place continuously on the verge of flooding. After being rained on by yellow-tinged water with a putrid air I now know that a higher tax bracket does not result in nicer pee.