Yesterday was the day of the big haircut ....see I have to call it that because otherwise it is just yet another day without a job.....
I offered myself up as gineau (wow, how in the heck do you spell that?) pig.
My haridresser in training was shaky, obviously nervous, sighing and pausing. I was watching her face the entire time in the mirror and I felt so bad for her.....she seemed at first nervous with anticipation, then unsure of herself, then frustrated and clueless.....
Luckily the head hairdresser never strayed far from my head, in fact he did most of the cutting,.......actually a little disappionting, I think I might have preferred a fantastic blunder of a haircut accompanied by a tremendous scene with tears and yelling.....instead of getting such a sleak sharp proffessional-lookig bob.
....It looks fine, and I enjoy truly enjoy the change, the fresh feeling on my neck, but let's face it, slick, shiny, perfectly in place hair just looks odd framing my pudgy cheeks and squinty-eyed-crooked smile.
I'm reassured by the knowledge that when I finally have to give in and wash out all of the professional product and fancy-pants grooming I'll be left with a haircut that really isn't suited to frizzy curly hair.
I have taken pictures, before and after.
I hope to get them all put onto a picture cd soon so that I might be able to post them.
For now, description, and quickly drawn sketches will have to do.
I have a job lined up, unfortunately it is only a week long, two tops. Who knows what I'll do after that......
According to the restrictions of my work visa I cannot be a professional performer or sports star, so there go my best bets.
Hehe, I just noticed that my very favorite libraian has had his hair cut too. What a funny coincidence.[bgcolor]#ff9eae[/bgcolor]
