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sand under my fingernails
Oct. 1st, 2004 07:33 pm( I didn't think I was THAT butch.... )
Very irritating day. Did some extensive, time consuming code cleanup followed by a web page that absolutely, positively had to be done by 5 - and which was handed to me at 4:30 >:( Normally I wouldn't have been so ticked (I hesitate to say "pissed", reminding myself that my job isn't that bad, yet again), but this caused me to have to cancel my hair appointment, which I'd been a c h i n g for all week. I can feel my hair on my ears, I'm turning into one of those Hell's Angels </rimmer>, and want shorn badly!
I could have tried to speed the ~7 miles from work to salon (Flash-heavy), but in Friday rush hour traffic certain distances just cannot be spanned in 10 minutes, outside of a teleporter. I opted to re-arrange for tomorrow morning rather than arrive at the salon a cranky, tired mess who can't enjoy the shampooing or tell the stylist what I want, and arriving home late and hungry to D. who really doesn't deserve that!
The hair-styling experience is a sensual one, meant to be enjoyed if one can - the fancy shampoos and conditioners, the vast piles of fashion magazine eye candy to be perused while one is waiting - why ruin it for myself?
I read when I get home that after much grumbling, Mt. St. Helens is popping it's top again. I remember being utterly fascinated by the 1980 eruption as a child, reading the National Geographic article on it over and over. Natural disasters and infectious diseases - odd interests to have, but there it is.
Very irritating day. Did some extensive, time consuming code cleanup followed by a web page that absolutely, positively had to be done by 5 - and which was handed to me at 4:30 >:( Normally I wouldn't have been so ticked (I hesitate to say "pissed", reminding myself that my job isn't that bad, yet again), but this caused me to have to cancel my hair appointment, which I'd been a c h i n g for all week. I can feel my hair on my ears, I'm turning into one of those Hell's Angels </rimmer>, and want shorn badly!
I could have tried to speed the ~7 miles from work to salon (Flash-heavy), but in Friday rush hour traffic certain distances just cannot be spanned in 10 minutes, outside of a teleporter. I opted to re-arrange for tomorrow morning rather than arrive at the salon a cranky, tired mess who can't enjoy the shampooing or tell the stylist what I want, and arriving home late and hungry to D. who really doesn't deserve that!
The hair-styling experience is a sensual one, meant to be enjoyed if one can - the fancy shampoos and conditioners, the vast piles of fashion magazine eye candy to be perused while one is waiting - why ruin it for myself?
I read when I get home that after much grumbling, Mt. St. Helens is popping it's top again. I remember being utterly fascinated by the 1980 eruption as a child, reading the National Geographic article on it over and over. Natural disasters and infectious diseases - odd interests to have, but there it is.
