Can I Speak to the Manager?

So….as you may recall the trauma of last weeks bad haircut….I am lucky enough to go to a salon that will fix a bad cut for free. I felt horrible when I text my friend the horrors of my hair but I was tired of being upset about it. Was I tad over dramatic? Of course…when am I not?  The fixed haircut makes me think of that Karen meme “can I speak to the manager?” Somebody should tell Karen that it is “may” I speak to the manager but whatever….

Was this nice woman able to return my hair to the place where I was happy? Nope…she could only work with what she had. Does it look better? Absolutely! Do I love it? Nope! I have had this mediocre cut a million times before, maybe not this short but it is definitely “color me bored” At least it is not the train wreck it was, so I should be grateful for that. It’s my own fault really…I put in my gratitude journal how much I loved the cut and how this going gray thing has been a breeze…I haven’t hated my hair once. I not only ate those words but I also choked on them! So yes, my hair looks much better and I was told so repeatedly by my coworkers today BUT it is not the fabulous haircut I was used to getting over the last 6 months. I hope my normal girl comes back soon.

I haven’t been up to much…just trying to catch up on the things that I have been procrastinating. Do you remember the old chest of drawers my Aunt’s neighbor was giving away? I had originally painted it off white and bought new knobs, I never liked it much so I painted it again.

I like it much better now. I also recovered the cat’s window perch. Originally it had a piece of fleece on it, this time I used a kitchen hand towel. He doesn’t seem to mind and it matches a bit better. I also got rid of the fleece blanket on the bottom of the “perch”, it looks neater but I struggle with “where to put the paw wiping towel?” It used to live in that make shift basket. For now it just gets to hang over a rung.

Have you ever watched a show called “The Dead Files?”  The Girl just started watching it and I am pretty sure KB had me watch an episode in the past. Some of the episodes bring up stuff from the ghost house which creeps me out, one of them hit close to home. We were watching an episode when I announced “I am going to take my shower after this one.” When it ended the Girl didn’t stop it and it went to the next episode which was filmed in my hometown. What??? Some of the stuff wasn’t too surprising but the tar like glob that was pulsating in the dining room definitely freaked me out. I know of a couple of other places around town that are pretty bad so that makes me wonder….what is really running this town? A very scary thought! The Girl is contemplating cutting me off from watching more episodes of this show. For the most part I am okay, unless it’s my hometown or they talk about the D word…I never watch those episodes, they freak me out too much. I can handle any ghost you want to throw at me but I would rather not take my chances with a D-word.

So that is what I have been up to…dealing with the worst haircut, catching up on things I have been putting off, watching shows that surprisingly hit close to home, and the normal work stuff. I haven’t even remembered my dreams the past two nights and that’s always unnerving….Zia

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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