Life and Other Complaints

I cut my own hair for years. As a result, it was...Well, lets just say that I'm no genius with scissors. I started going back and actually getting it done right this spring. I left with layers because the only way to even it all out would have been to chop it all off.

Alpha is a bit particular about my hair. It's "Whatever you want, as long as it's what I want," kind of things. He likes it long, no dye, nothing drastic, long bangs are fine.

So before he drops me off, he reminds me that he had better like the results--I know what he likes and he expects to see what he likes the way he likes it.
And I get nervous immediately.

See, here's the thing--When I say "I want a trim and long bangs, nothing drastic," hair stylists usually hear "Cut it all off!"

She said "Two or three inches."
She took off four or five.

Not a huge difference perhaps...I'll admit that it doesn't sound like a big deal anyways.
But when I looked in the mirror afterwards...It sure looked like a lot.
And I had already been doing the "I hope he's happy with it, I hope he's happy with it. Will he like it? Will he like it?" Dance. For, Oh I dunno...Two days.

Needless to say, I was a bit nervous when I walked out to the car...

He does like it--it passed the mandatory test. Meaning that he wrap it around his fist and grab me by the back of the head in order to propel me into the front of the fridge.
And it won't require anymore drastic fixing because I'm not allowed to cut my own hair anymore lol.

Getting a haircut you like becomes more challenging when it's not really about what you yourself like.
It's one thing if I don't like it--another thing completely if he doesn't.

Then today I went to work...And it's really a favor because this woman can't meet my minimum hours. It takes me longer to drive there and back home. Seriously.
But she didn't have me in her schedule for today because when I left a note exactly two weeks ago saying "See you in two weeks," she thought I meant "Two full weeks."
Um...It is, and always has been, Wednesday every other week. That's twice a month, or every two weeks. However the hell you want to look at it--it's two "Full" freaking weeks--same day every time (the day she arranged mind you).

Last week a different client forgot to leave my check. My favorite client decided to pick up the tab for the forgetful one.

But seriously--I'm good at what I do, I get payed well, I don't get nearly enough hours, I can't physically handle the amount of hours I need, and I don't really like the work.

Some days it's just not that appealing. Especially after the 2 1/2 hours of driving for nothing.

Now I'm going to go help Alpha set a window in the boys room.
For some reason the insane man, unlike my children and my mother, trusts me with breakable objects..