Long, wine-fueled update ahead. ingore any tpoys.
So, remember that nice, if a bit prim and dull, professional business haircut I had in that nice business photo? I went back to the very same guy who did that last time, asked him to do it again. I told him I had a job interview, I told him I wanted what he'd done before.
He stood back, examined my head, and announced, "I think the back should be shorter, don't you?" I agreed that the back could be a bit shorter than it WAS at that MOMENT, because it was way grown out. He took a razor and began shaving the back of my head.
To make a long story short, I have a totally different haircut now. The good news is it isn't prim and dull! The bad news is it's not at all what I wanted and I hate it, and I am in search of a new hair stylist. I am fine with really short, I am fine with drama, but this is really short without the drama, and he started whacking away at the back of my head with the razor before I had a chance to weigh in on his plans. Once he launched on the back of my head, we were pretty much negotiating what to do with the rest of it, and I am NOT happy with the results. That guy is fired with extreme prejudice.
And the WORST part is that I didn't realize how much I hated my hair until I'd paid him for it. I thought it was a bit too short, but hey, I'd style it myself and it'd be FINE! He'd put some product on it that made it very soft but a bit flat, and I honestly thought I could work with it, and it would be fine. Except I got up the next morning and washed my hair and tried to style it and realize that it's not FINE, it's very far from FINE, it's fucked up to the extreme, I have nothing to work with, and I think I look like a middle-aged prison matron. I am trying really hard to think it isn't as bad as I think it is. My daughter claims she likes it, but I think she is just sparing my feelings. I hate it. It is way too short to fix. It will be too short to fix for at least a month, maybe two. I am relying on extensive use of styling product to fluff it into something that looks sort of like an actual style. I am SO PISSED. SO VERY, VERY PISSED.
And, oh yeah, I have a job interview in the morning, and another one possibly later this week. There's that. I get to walk into a job interview looking like Bertha the prison matron.
I have been putting out feelers now and then in development world, and the other day (before disastrous haircut) I had a random email from a random resume I'd sent in NOVEMBER, from a small company right near home, and then a headhunter called me about another thing on Friday, so there are things I might do instead of what I'm doing.
I enjoy residential real estate very much, I love my broker to pieces, but I'm not making enough money. Our inventory is very, very low, we have buyers but nothing to sell them, and wannabe sellers who don't want to bring a check to the closing table. If you want a new home, oh boy, I have great options for you, but resales are thin on the ground.
I got a referral yesterday and called the man. A very sweet-sounding, older sounding gent. He wants to buy a place north of here. His price point? Under 30K. Oh, and he doesn't want to spend too much on fixing it up. I tried to gently tell him that this was going to be a challenge, without actually saying that that would get him a tear-down shack in the middle of nowhere. Sigh. Heavy Sigh. And I am me, so instead of not calling the guy back or telling him it was impossible, I told him I'd get back to him on Monday afternoon and talk to him in more detail and find out more about his situation, because I am a Real Estate Volunteer Social Worker. Send me your hopeless cases! I will feel personally responsible for this guy! I will find out why he wants to buy something and figure something out for him, and probably not make a dime off it. And that is my business lately.
See why I'm looking for a job working for somebody else for a paycheck again?
In other news, my daughter's job stress caused her to break out in shingles, at the ripe old age of 29, so I can't really whine too much around her.
Yoga, walking, knitting, job interviews and waiting for my hair to grow. That's the plan for February.