you have no say at all

Yay for nicer hair! I went to the salon last night to remedy my awful faded highlights. The situation was so bad, I didn't even need to tell my stylist that something new had to be done. She just held up an orangey lock and said, "Okay, this is what I'm going to do..." She put a lot of my natural color back in so the blondness will stop overwhelming my head. It feels good to be brunettish again. I think I might just get her to do that each time until I'm back to normal. I do like a little haircolor excitement, but maybe it's time to take a break.

Last night Evan and I had our own birthday celebration a little late. He hadn't had time to shop for me before, but did so while I was at the hair salon. He brought roses! I was all excited about that, but he also got me the Kelly Clarkson CD I've wanted forever, and Friends Season 6 (which includes many of my favorites, such as TOW Joey Loses His Insurance). Isn't he great? :D I love him.

Gift cards are cool and useful, but they kind of stress me out because then I want to spend them wisely. I go around and around, wondering if an item is really what I want to use the card for, or if I should save it for a rainy day. I can hoard it forever. Whereas if someone gets me an actual item, it takes the pressure off of me. I'm so weird.

The name badge situation at work grows ever worse. Yesterday as I was coming back in from lunch, I was digging in my purse for my badge and couldn't find it. I know the security guys know who I am, so when I couldn't find it by the time the elevator came, I thought it was no big deal. Well, one of them came over, held the elevator open, glared at me, and said, "Keep digging." I finally found it, but I was so angry and humiliated (there were several other people there). I'm starting to worry that I have a problem with authority or something, because now I start getting angry just thinking about coming into the building. I'm seriously on the verge of parking at the other building and coming in the long back way, just to avoid those guys. The other day my boss, who's worked here 27 years, didn't have her badge and they made her show her driver's license. Um, sorry, I thought this was America.

Here's a list in case you're curious how many ( LJers I've met. )

you have no say at all

Yay for nicer hair! I went to the salon last night to remedy my awful faded highlights. The situation was so bad, I didn't even need to tell my stylist that something new had to be done. She just held up an orangey lock and said, "Okay, this is what I'm going to do..." She put a lot of my natural color back in so the blondness will stop overwhelming my head. It feels good to be brunettish again. I think I might just get her to do that each time until I'm back to normal. I do like a little haircolor excitement, but maybe it's time to take a break.

Last night Evan and I had our own birthday celebration a little late. He hadn't had time to shop for me before, but did so while I was at the hair salon. He brought roses! I was all excited about that, but he also got me the Kelly Clarkson CD I've wanted forever, and Friends Season 6 (which includes many of my favorites, such as TOW Joey Loses His Insurance). Isn't he great? :D I love him.

Gift cards are cool and useful, but they kind of stress me out because then I want to spend them wisely. I go around and around, wondering if an item is really what I want to use the card for, or if I should save it for a rainy day. I can hoard it forever. Whereas if someone gets me an actual item, it takes the pressure off of me. I'm so weird.

The name badge situation at work grows ever worse. Yesterday as I was coming back in from lunch, I was digging in my purse for my badge and couldn't find it. I know the security guys know who I am, so when I couldn't find it by the time the elevator came, I thought it was no big deal. Well, one of them came over, held the elevator open, glared at me, and said, "Keep digging." I finally found it, but I was so angry and humiliated (there were several other people there). I'm starting to worry that I have a problem with authority or something, because now I start getting angry just thinking about coming into the building. I'm seriously on the verge of parking at the other building and coming in the long back way, just to avoid those guys. The other day my boss, who's worked here 27 years, didn't have her badge and they made her show her driver's license. Um, sorry, I thought this was America.

Here's a list in case you're curious how many ( LJers I've met. )