Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I love my hairdresser, I really do, but sometimes I dread going there.
Because I know the ninety minutes or so I'm going to spend there will be full of my own and only my own opinion.
My hairdresser loves to chat. Actually I'm not sure if she loves to chat, or if she simply feels it's her duty to do so... So no matter what I say in response to whatever subject comes up, she always agrees with me.
One time it was almost comical the backstep she took when she had misinterpreted something I said, and was going along with the opposite opinion until she realised that wasn't the side I was on...
The hairdresser I had when the kids were babies was definitely the best I've ever had. I miss him! He was quick, thorough, did exactly what I wanted, was very affordable and didn't talk! PERFECT!
This current one is good but definitely below the very high bar my perfect hairdresser set.
She's quickish.. thorough, does exactly what I want her to do. Is reasonably priced but feels it's her duty to chat. I sometimes feel like telling her "Look, you really don't have to talk to me. I'm pefectly fine to sit here and flip through this mindless magazine while you work your expertise" but how can you say that in a nice way?
So as I'm only there once every two months or so, I let her do her job knowing that it's a small price to pay for good re-colour!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Is there many things more depressing than returning to work after leave? The longer the absence, the harder it is to get yourself into the swing of work...
I returned to work kicking and screaming today. I didn't want to go! and it was worse because Deno and the kids were home. But I got myself there, turned on my computer where I found 552 emails waiting to be read by me. Obviously, a lot of those are junk emails (building notifications, shift swaps, etc) so I just hit delete, delete, delete.
While that may be fun to do, it's very easy to delete something that isn't really junk mail and I hope I haven't done that! But that delete button was my friend today...
After my first break I felt like I'd never even been on leave! Funny how quick your mind reverts back. Order is restored whether I'm happy about it or not!
And over the course of the day I managed to read most of those emails (or delete) write a couple of lengthy potentially non work related emails (I added the word potentially to cover myself should a work person read this!) and catch up on a lot of reading material... luckily it was slowish and I was able to ease myself back in.
Holidays? What holidays?
Bring on the weekend!