First part went OK, even if I couldn't remember the grammar for expanding an array. Or ".indexof()" SIGH. The interviewer is convinced that I can program, though, so he's calling me back in about 45 minutes.

I feel like they're not going to be pleased to see a middle-aged fat woman when their preferred clientele is probably cute college students.

I get feeling like that, but the fact is you have money to pay and tip, and you have every right to get a haircut from any place you like. Be a little fancy!

That sounds good, Theo!

Connie, if you can, swinging by a salon to make that first appointment should let you know if you're interested in them. (Learn from my mistakes! I have ended up getting my haircut in a couple of places that were 100% not for me on sight, and neither was the experience!)

Yay!

Good luck, Connie. It will probably be fine. I'd encourage you to try a few places before deciding on one. I'm amazed how much happier I am to have a salon and stylist I really like as opposed to one that is, you know, okay.

Jesse makes some excellent points.

I still miss my NYC stylist.

The interviewer is convinced that I can program

This is really the only important thing in coding interviews -- if they see that you can break down a problem and come up with a sane way of solving it, and that you're familiar with how the language you're using should fit into that solution, that's a win. Forgetting some specific function name, or needing to look something up, or whatever detail thing, is way less important.

Good luck on the next step!

On Micah's phone call last night, he was all, "E, you know who my new man-crush is? NATHAN FILLION! He's so cool!"

And my heart grew 3 sizes that day. (He got the term "man-crush" from D and I, I think. So far he skews hetero to me, (he's 12) although I don't give a rat's ass whatever his sexual orientation is. MAN-CRUSH AWAY, BELOVED CHILD!)

Anger: I have 3 modes: fairly innocuous, ranty, humorous pissy screeds about fairly unimportant things. That's the most common. No one gets hurt.

Cold anger: Much less common, and much more dangerous. I get quiet and focused and plan, and I usually keep it in, because I tend to use words to eviscerate a person in their weak spots. And the worst part is when I get that angry, and I DO let it out...I enjoy it. I usually try to walk away when I get this kind of anger flowing.

Burning hot rage anger: Happened once or twice in my life, when cold anger has been set off. Verbal evisceration happened, and I had to tell the persons to walk away, or else I would be doing them some serious physical harm. One person was stupid enough to believe that a girl wouldn't do that. He was wrong.

(I was in my 20's, this big guy had been sexually harassing a friend of mine all night, and as the bar was closing, he was trying to pull her to his car, and she was all crying and saying "Leave me alone, etc." I ended up kicking him in the nuts, and when he went down, kicking him in the kidneys. Thisclose to kicking him the head, but I walked my sobbing, hysterical friend away instead.)

So yeah; I try not to get REALLY angry much. I'll rail and get pissy at minor things, but it usually last a few minutes and I can laugh it off or just use my Don't Fuck with Me voice to TCB.

I misspoke! Tiny regional airport has WiFi! Four for you, Glen Coco.

Four for you, Glen Coco.

It makes me sad when people don't get "You go, Glen Coco!"