So, Tuesday was wicked busy for me. I had to get up early to take dad to the airport (work has him in NH until Friday), then from there I took mom to her doctor's appointment, ran errands but got nothing I needed (ugh), drove to the salon to get my hair cut (got there so early because I didn't want to waste gas going home and then all the way back to the island), sat there for an hour and a half, left in tears, drove to another salon, drove to work and did that until 10:30.
HAIRCUT: Yea, I desperately needed a cut. Because my hair was layered during my last visit (4 months ago?) it was looking not cute and it was driving me nuts, so of course I call my hair lady (who never fails to please me with my cuts) and get in the same day. I had pictures of exactly what I wanted, front, side, and back view.. a blueprint, for christ's sake. I wanted about 4" taken off, she chopped off 8 1/2" and butchered my bangs. I bawled all the way home. It looks awful and I look like a 10yr old. I've been going to her for 5yrs now, never been displeased with a cut so this shocks me.. I won't be going back to her again.
WORK: It was a floorset, nuff said. I had posted on FB about my shitty haircut and the guy apparently saw it and when he finished his shopping trip (BBW is right next door to Wally World), he came over to see it. I was mortified.
GUY: Aside from him coming to see my god awful haircut, I have not seen him since the previous Tuesday (when I word vomited on him). Nor have I talked to him since.. I definitely want to, though. I really do but I know he's busy and if he wanted to see me, he'd say it. Or at least I hope he would, I don't know. Mom says I sabotaged it.. I think she's right, I do have a tendency to do that with things that could go well for me. C'est la vie, right?