"Do not do unto others as you would they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same."-George Bernard ShawWell, today (well, Thursday) was not the best day around our household:
Disaster #1: We found out yesterday that they were going to turn off the water in our building today, but they wouldn't tell us when it was going to be turned off and on. They just said "for the duration of the day." NOT good. And of course asking the people at the front desk did no good- what do they do to get paychecks, anyway? They do nothing! (Taquoa's words here) So this morning when we get up (7:45 to go to breakfast) the water's working, everyone but Annie (who'd already gone, she stayed to shower) went to breakfast. We got back up about 8:15, and the water is turned off, leaving all of us but Annie dirty and mad (not to mention we all had to pee). Oh, joy. And it remained off for quite a while. It came on again around six, which made us very happy- then they turned it off again ten minutes later! Aaaaaargh! They left it on for good after seven o'clock. NOT an experience I want to repeat. Why can't they do this kinda thing when people aren't living in the building, for chrissakes?
Disaster #2: Annie and Ami decided to get their hair trimmed. BIG mistake. Annie now has a bob (which was not what she wanted), but poor Ami, who USED to have hair as long as mine (below waist, it was magnificent), who specifically asked for an inch only off, had half her hair cut off. Naturally, she's very pissed and upset. Her dad (who loves her hair) is going to kill her now, and her mom was also pissed. She was trying to hold back the tears.
I totally sympathized, naturally. I'm lucky that I've trained my hairdresser, Michelle (no, not ex-roommate Michelle), to leave enough alone. But frankly, I'd be afraid to go to a strange hairdresser with my hair for a trim (other than bangs). There are so many people out there (not just hairdressers) that when they've seen my hair, have gone "Oh, you should cut it short. It would look so cute short." Etc, etc. Well, for your information, I once had my hair cut short. My mother took me to the hairdresser and didn't tell me what she was going to do. The next time I looked in the mirror I had this Buster Brown boyish cut, I looked terrible. And I've been growing it out ever since. (My usual response is, "I HAD it short, and it WASN'T cute." Besides, I'm tired of being so goddamn cute.)
The thing with hairdressers that I've noticed though, is that when they see long hair, they are DYING to come at it with the scissors and do some serious chopping. What is it with this perverse need for people to see long hair and dream of cutting it off or throw gum in it or otherwise destroy it? Mean a-holes.
"Just to the middle of your back."
"No."
"Please? You'd look so cute."
"No."
"Your mother would love it."
"No! How many times do I have to tell you NO!"
I'm just lucky that what happened to Ami (the woman didn't listen at all, or in the words of Annie, "She had a vision of what she wanted to do with your hair, and she didn't care what you wanted.") hasn't happened to me. What happened to the customer is always right? That's who's going to have to live with the damage. And isn't it better to cut less than more? Less is easier to fix. Heck, Ami's hairdresser said that if she (Ami) didn't like it, she'd cut more off. I DON'T THINK SO. It just seems perverse to me that they're just dying to chop, chop, chop away at a person's head. People should not be forced into a drastic haircut if they don't want it, and I really hope this doesn't happen to me, because it took thirteen years to get it to this length. I'm afraid to get split ends trimmed because I don't want this to happen to me.
Oh, and I was rather disturbed by the horoscopes today. No, I don't think that stuff's gonna happen to me, but it was still weird.
"You've reached the point in your astrological cycle when you simply must act more like a good mother."I don't think so. I am not someone who wants to nurture anything (just ask my parents how heartless I am). Heck, all my pets died of neglect. Me as a mommy figure, nuh-uh. Oh yeah, and when I read The Moron's (I read all the horoscopes from this guy in the Sacramento News and Review, very poetic writing) it was all this crap about him getting a love slave or something. And that kinda thing's been going on for awhile. I don't like it. Why can't I be getting good horoscopes? Mommying isn't good.
On a happier note, I finally found some wedding GIF's! Sure, after most of the wedding stuff of the past few months is done, but oh well, at least there's Sarah's, if I ever get the invitation.
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