Bed Head... or Wolverine Head?
February 16th, 2016
When I had the long hair, I never used to have bed head like this. It just sort of tied itself up in knots a lot, prompting me to brush it out in a flurry of pain and irritation. As much hair as I yanked out of my scalp on a daily basis, I could never figure out how I still had so much of it left, the stuff still being so thick in general. Much less how so much wound up in the drain.
But now that my hair is shorter, all bets are apparently off. Sometimes I have eraser head, sometimes I have a perfect hair dome, and sometimes, sometimes I wind up with Wolverine hair. I imagine those sideburns I'm cultivating aren't helping matters, what with them feeding right into the strange curvature of my locks, but eh. Maybe I just need another haircut, or something?
Or maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't take pictures of myself at four thirty in the morning.
On the plus side, I was coherent enough to take one in the first place. Brenda threw my sorry self in bed at nine o'clock last night, and I guess I slept straight through to that irritating time just before my alarm was scheduled to go off. So even though I'm making it a point not to hit the snooze button, if only to spite my boss for her shenanigans yesterday, I suffer from the effects of such.
But hey, I'm off to a good start. I actually got in to work early, as opposed to the usual, which entails 'clocking in seconds before I'm late'. And, even better, I've managed to mostly avoid other flesh creatures at work so far today. I'm sure a few will make it a point to irk my ire before too long, but at least the vast majority of them are due to leave in but forty five minutes.
Except for the guy I'm training, who doesn't want anything to do with what I'm training him.