Mullet Mullet Mullet

First off, this is my eighth week of unemployment. Awesome, yes. At first I was a little unsure, but now I'm digging it. However, I was told I would get my cashed out retirement in 6-8 weeks. Haven't gotten it yet. I have this nagging feeling that my hospital did not pass on the paperwork to the HQ in Atlanta. Geez, I'm already in a fight with Gold's Gym, threatening to write letters to the AG's office. It shouldn't be that hard to receive money that is rightfully mine, as well as to keep money that is rightfully mine. WTF, world?

In other news, I got a mullet yesterday. By accident. My friend is in the salon portion of cosmetology school, so I went in for a haircut to support her. It was going fine, save her instructors that kept coming over and messing with my hair. Without really talking to me one started twirling a section of hair around my face (Sarah had told her I wanted layers at the bottom on my hair, which was correct), and then the instructor just chopped the twirl. Then before letting me see, she did it to my other side. When I finally had to ask to see, I was horrified. These huge (at least to me they were) sections of missing hair around my face - NOT layers at the bottom. My friend knew it was fucked up, and she was trying to keep it together. So was I because I didn't want to completely taint her hair cutting experience with a teary meltdown. But to add insult to injury, before I left the instructor put all this anti frizz stuff in my hair, which is already naturally quite oily. It was as if she was wiping her hands off in my hair it was so much. My heart was beating so fast when they were done it was all I could do to get out of there ASAP. I looked like one of the sad kids on the bus in elementary school with a greasy mullet.

Before I was even out of the parking lot, I called my neighbor (who is a hairstylist) and gave her a panicked version of what had just been perpetrated against me. In the end, she came over last night to check out the damage, which I mostly kept pulled back all evening and night, and then I met with her this morning at her salon so she could fix it. Ahh, mullet no more. Plus, when it was over, my neighbor gave me a hug and said 'happy birthday.' She wouldn't let me pay her! Gah. She's so awesome that I don't feel I can ever do enough to repay her. Gonna try anyway and take some food over tomorrow. Maybe cookies later today. And beer. :-) Alas, I told my friend not to worry about the hair, as I know she did a good job on her part, but I didn't tell her that I was going to get it re-cut. Maybe she won't notice?

With my hair situation, it was kind of a blessing that Joe didn't get home until almost midnight last night. Night range. He'll be gone again as late this evening, which blows because I'm actually motivated to cook a few things, but I'd like to feed them to him fresh. I need to clean, and then do my Day 2 run/walk...Day 3 is Friday, and then it's on to Week 2. Happy, happy. Maybe later I'll drink wine and bake..because one healthy decision brings on another? In the meantime, I 'spose I can get a jump on the vacuuming and continue to contemplate how I may be perceived by others. I'm trying to work through how I may come off to some of Joe's family. I think I've always been a little misunderstood (even with my bio and step fams). My friends always get me, though, so I'm hopeful that since I still have friends, I'm not a complete shit bag. Maybe not even half. I'll go with 1/4 shit bag. Yeah, I can live with that.