When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

With a shit eating grin, Betty deposits herself on Sophia's table and begins to tell us the component engineer, the one who has been brought in house to help sort through consignment inventory, lives in a castle. He apparently had shown her all of his photos and told her all about it.

For Betty, this is the type of thing that makes her day. She is one of those people that will hang on to every last shred of information just to make herself more important than you. Sure, she will piece meal you along just enough to keep you intrigued, but don't ever expect to get the whole story, it will never happen.

It burns me up, actually. Not quite sure why I would let something so stupid get under my skin like that, but it does.

While Betty was basking in the light of her new found attention, I happened to glance over at The New Guy and discovered he had gotten his hair cut on lunch again today. If I were a better person, I would tell him he needs to find a new barber, but I'm not a better person. I look at his hair and it makes me cringe. I'm not certain, but I think he may be trying for a flat top or something. It just isn't working. For starters, it's just a bit too long, and he has a huge thinning spot starting on the back of his head. If that weren't bad enough, this most recent hair cut resembles the beginning of a mohawk, complete with a scab on the right side of his head.

Sophia has to be absolutely beside herself when she looks at it. If it's one thing Sophia knows, it's hair. Regardless of where she is working, or what she is doing, Sophia has kept up a beauticians license over the many years, and she really does know her stuff.

For the life of me I can't understand how someone could purposely cut his hair like that. Someone needs to strip that person of their license, they have been inflicting the world with cruel and unusual punishment.

Speaking of punishment, GQ was pretty scarce today, since the incident. He's ticked off at me and taking it out on the world. Typical high strung gay man, all the way. I've never met anyone so moody! When he finally did appear on the production floor, we treated him like a spoiled child, coddling him and preening his ego, eventually he forgave me and managed to make time to chit chat with us.

That is until Sophia commented about spreading her legs in bed. His face turned about 6 shades of red, he laughed uncontrollably, then disappeared into the distance. I couldn't help but crack up myself about the whole thing.