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The Hair Says: Pouf!
Sep. 6th, 2002 09:56 amHmm, yesterday after my shower, I put my hair in braids so it would be wavy when it dried. Took them out this morning, was impressed at the fact that my hair seems to have doubled its volume. This is impressive, considering how thick my hair normally is.
And why am I up at this ungodly hour of the day, doing my hair and removing decaying plant matter from my sink? you may ask. Excellent question. I stayed up until four reading, then went to bed because I kept falling asleep and bumping the book on my nose. I set the alarm clock for nine though, because I had to call work and see if I was in trouble.
Angela called me yesterday on my cell phone, which, as usual, was quite dead. I did charge it up last night though, which was how I got her message to call me. She sounded pissed off about something, so I was kind of worried. Had I forgotten to come to work? Had I left the museum in an egregiously dirty condition? Had someone found out about the explosives? Never mind.
Anyhow, I called her this morning and was relieved to know that I wasn't the one in trouble this time. Over the weekend, while I was working, a lady came in to ask about Summer Gala tickets. I know next to nothing about Summer Gala, because no one tells me these things. She asked me if they were on sale yet, and I said I wasn't sure, but I didn't think so. She then smirkingly told me that she was on the museum board, and that in fact the tickets were downstairs, and I was supposed to be selling them.
Well, shit. I didn't really know what to say about that. She went off to play with her kids and I sat down and went about my business. This was not necessarily an unusual interaction with the Depot board, they tend to be either distantly friendly to the day workers or unbearably condescending. Anyhow, apparently this lady told Angela about our little tete a tete, and Angela was pissed. Not at me, luckily, but at the lady who'd set me up, all unawares. So that was why she called me, to get my version of the story. Angela, who is, of course, my boss, didn't know we were supposed to be selling tickets either, which makes me feel better.
After that call, I couldn't get back to sleep because it is waytoodamnhot, so I've been reading and messing with my hair. Not an unproductive morning.
And why am I up at this ungodly hour of the day, doing my hair and removing decaying plant matter from my sink? you may ask. Excellent question. I stayed up until four reading, then went to bed because I kept falling asleep and bumping the book on my nose. I set the alarm clock for nine though, because I had to call work and see if I was in trouble.
Angela called me yesterday on my cell phone, which, as usual, was quite dead. I did charge it up last night though, which was how I got her message to call me. She sounded pissed off about something, so I was kind of worried. Had I forgotten to come to work? Had I left the museum in an egregiously dirty condition? Had someone found out about the explosives? Never mind.
Anyhow, I called her this morning and was relieved to know that I wasn't the one in trouble this time. Over the weekend, while I was working, a lady came in to ask about Summer Gala tickets. I know next to nothing about Summer Gala, because no one tells me these things. She asked me if they were on sale yet, and I said I wasn't sure, but I didn't think so. She then smirkingly told me that she was on the museum board, and that in fact the tickets were downstairs, and I was supposed to be selling them.
Well, shit. I didn't really know what to say about that. She went off to play with her kids and I sat down and went about my business. This was not necessarily an unusual interaction with the Depot board, they tend to be either distantly friendly to the day workers or unbearably condescending. Anyhow, apparently this lady told Angela about our little tete a tete, and Angela was pissed. Not at me, luckily, but at the lady who'd set me up, all unawares. So that was why she called me, to get my version of the story. Angela, who is, of course, my boss, didn't know we were supposed to be selling tickets either, which makes me feel better.
After that call, I couldn't get back to sleep because it is waytoodamnhot, so I've been reading and messing with my hair. Not an unproductive morning.
