Yes, bangs. Ah gots myself a new haircut and went for bangs. I currently look like a cross between Bon Jovi & “anonymous woman wearing bad wig” but I have hope that this will recify itself in time. Here’s how it all went down:
I had to drop the contract for my new job off at the office this week and I had Julian with me (because I always have Julian with me). I figured since the contract was signed I didn’t have to impress anyone and thus showed up in a hat that covered my unwashed, unstyled hair (because I always wear a hat to cover my unwashed, unstyled hair) and wore “the uniform” (jeans, some sort of shirt with mandatory hole & stain, unstylish flat shoes, jacket that’s older than sin). Jules and I sat in the reception area waiting for my new boss for a while. I tried to keep Jules quiet while streams of absolutely gorgeous, uber-chic, oh-my-god skinny women walked by. I realized that these were not, in fact, models but were employees of the company right around the same time I realized that the rancid stink filling the room was coming from my son. I decided then and there that I would steadfastly ignore the stink AND that I needed a hair cut… and a diet… and some new clothes. I can not afford, nor do I have time to do all of these things and so I went for the hair cut and I’m hoping that looking like Bon Jovi will distract people from the holes & stains in the current wardrobe…. NO I’m joking, the Bon Jovi thing was just a happy accident I was trying to look somewhat like a girl that works & fits in at a marketing agency. Oh well. At least it provides some entertainment.
(and for those of you who are wondering, NOBODY pointed out the stink - we all ignored it while I chatted with my new boss & the head of H.R. They asked Julian if he was looking for a job, he said something about wanting to chop vegetables, it was all very strange and, lets face it, we were all a little disoriented because of the toxic smell. I ended up changing the diaper in the bottom of my new office on a wicker end table and I don’t think anyone saw. We’ll find out next week when I start. If there’s a steaming pile on my desk in lieu of a welcome note I’ll figure someone was watching)
