I don't see why pianists can't keep playing detonated pianos. Musician dedication, man.
I would like to be metaphorically patted on my newly coiffed head. I went to get my pre-summer haircut, by the lady who did such an excellent job last time. It is seriously the sketchiest looking salon on the mountain, but lady knows her shit. Fifteen minutes, fifteen dollars, easy peasy. Only she didn't look all that closely at the reference photos this time, because she thought she remembered, and she cut the spiky side too short. I didn't say anything, because, too short. What could she do? Besides, my hair grows fast, so I figured I'd just get it done again, I'd just have to find someone in the midwest. And anyway, she had a couple of people sitting waiting, so I kinda hurried out without looking at it all that closely.
But then I went to buy a bra. Hate. But I found one. It took trying on fourteen. But it fits, is comfortable, and was cheap. So hey, it'll do until I lose this weight. ANYWAY. During all that dressing room mirror self-image fraught bra trying-on, I had a good chance to look at the haircut. And I really didn't like it. But I realized two things. One, the other side really needed to be at a sharper angle too. And two, and most importantly, she also hadn't cut quite on the previous part. So there were some longer short bits still flopped over my head. Which meant that there was room to potentially correct the too-short part.
I waffled, but ultimately vag'd up and went back to ask for an adjustment. She was totally fine, didn't charge of course, and was happy to do it. And I like it so much better now, y'all. I am so proud of myself for going back in and affirming what I wanted. And now I can do less self-image demon feeding!
Love looking at all the pictures! Thanks
Good for you, Liese. Funny how hard it is to say things sometimes.
I am dying of heat prostration, and perhaps from overdoing it today. Took my daughter to school way early (as in 7 am) to send her off to Catalina, then, despite the heat, went to Long Beach with my son's class to chaperone the field trip. I normally love the Aquarium, but today was too frigging hot for anything but popsicles. It is even too hot to be on the computer for longer than 15 minutes or so at a time. I am currently icing down beer for dinner because, while alcohol may not be a great idea right now, cold beer is an excellent plan.
OMG, tonight is one of my all-time favorite NOVA titles: Escape from Nazi Alcatraz! (Right up there with Bombing Hitler's Dams.)
My eyes are leaking and so is my nose. Trees! Why you gotta be doing this to me?
Didn't you hear? It's a pollen vortex. All the things that would have normally pollinated earlier are doing it now, all at the same time.
I wonder what the next vortex will be.
I really hope it's not a heat vortex.
A Vortex vortex would be awesome, though; a perfect storm of boobs, booze and snark.
At the end of our 2 hour emergency status/triage meeting that started at 9:30 this morning, my boss looks at me and just says "How is it only Wednesday?" and my head developer flopped on the floor. He's not a flopper. He's a yeller and thrower. But that pretty much sums up how this week is going.
The good news is, I continued to display my comprehensive understanding of all the moving parts in the system and how they interact and diagnosed and temporarily halted the problem that had cropped up overnight until the dev people could fix the bug. And was proven right in saying a different issue was a non-issue (and in fact by design.)
However, I was also annoyed that I had to pull a stand-up-from-my-chair-teacher-voice
EVERYONE NEEDS TO STOP TALKING AND FOCUS. OK? OK. These are the issues we've resolved and need to table...
etc.
On the one hand, god knows I secretly love putting on my bossy-hat and taking over the meeting that way. My inner tyrant was cackling with glee. On the other, I'd started it perfectly civilized, but then people started talking all over each other (god I hate webex sometimes- it makes it worse) and me. Mainly me, which...yeah, don't do that. Ever. I get everyone is fried and wired up, but no.
I need to remember this next time I'm feeling particularly incompetent and useless at work. And when we do my performance appraisal discussion. Because I know one of the things to come up is me taking on more leadership roles.
BUT DEAR GOD THIS WEEK.
