My apartment maintenance man grossed me out today (again). He had to come up to drain my a/c something or another and I wasn't awake when he first came by--I saw him in the parking lot and he told me what he needed. I ended up leaving before he got to my apartment, and as I was getting into my car, he said to me: you mean I won't get to flirt with you in your apartment? What the hell, people? Why did he think this was ok? I am guessing it is because I looked like a schlub--did he think he was doing me a favor, or is this just him being creepy. (same guy that called me a chicken for not wanting to go view an apartment with him) And what the hell was he talking about anyway? He has been in my apartment before, and most of the time I ignore him or hold my dogs so they won't attack him. I made myself feel better by telling myself that I was on my way the beauty parlor and would soon not look so shcluby, but........
My hair is ruined. I sat in the salon for over 4 hours, and they ruined my hair.
Thankfully, my friend arranged an appointment at a nice salon in town. So I only have to walk around like this for 1 day.
Here are some before and after pictures:




Horrible, right? All orange and blonde--I asked for a lighter brown than I currently had. I guess that equals shitty dye job.
Even worse, I tipped the girl 50%. It was an accident--I was so frazzled and freaked out by my hair that I couldn't remember how to come up with 20%--the usual way I do it is to double the total, but for some reason, I halved the total. I kept thinking the tip was really expensive and when I passed the receipt to the cashier, she said: she will really appreciate this. I realized then that I screwed up, but I wasn't about to ask for the ticket back.

And I did not get the job I interviewed for--just an all around crappy day. I really hate interviewing for jobs in this town--I never get the job. I cannot figure out why. I hate this town. I hate my maintenance man. And I hate my hair. And I want a job.