Choices
I just got back from the salon. It was my first trip there since early January. I color my hair, so three months is far too long. I honestly had at least two inches of roots showing. Not a great look. Think Madonna without the freakishly toned body. Between work and Oscar, though, coloring my hair simply is no longer a priority. It used to be the case that I would get my hair done every five weeks. Now, it’s more like 14 weeks if I’m lucky. And I’m usually not lucky.
Case in point – today. I get to the salon, get the process started at 1:00 only to find out midway that I have a conference call scheduled for 4:00. In addition to getting my roots done, my objective for the afternoon was to get my hair trimmed (my bangs are at that stage where they hit exactly below my eyes, which drives me insane) and get to the pharmacy to pick up my much needed drugs. Since my mental health seemed more important at the time, I chose to forgo the haircut in the hopes that I could get to the pharmacy. No such luck, my friends, somehow it took three hours for my hair to be colored and for me to drive the half hour to my office. Insane. Now my hair is half-done and I still need to get to the pharmacy.
I think I used to take this ability to get things done for granted. As if I was always going to be well-groomed (or well enough at least) and have my basic needs met. What was I thinking? I’ve written before about the luxuries in life that I’m doing without, but I’m thinking this goes beyond not having a pedicure for eight months. Walking around the office with Madonna hair is not exactly confidence-inspiring. For those of you who manage to keep it together, even if it’s just barely, how do you do it? Do you drag your kids to these appointments and while you do your errands?
Um
Is anyone else out there apprehensive about the fact the Dow soared 379 points today on the news that one bank was profitable for the first two months of the year? Ok, it’s a really big bank, but are you all thinking all of these twists and turns are a bit erratic? If Wall Street were run by women, people would say that the traders were hysterical or that the ups and downs were hormonal. As if most women would let their finances look like this. Ok, back to work. Hoping to get home before midnight. Sorry for the random post, but as nice as it is to see the market up, it just worries me that it will have to fall tomorrow upon any random news that frightens these boys.
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