I've decided to get my hair cut again. I let it grow for a little bit to see if I could find another style to try out. So far nothing. I like the short hairstyle but the upkeep is expensive. I'm not about to go slumming it at Super Cuts. I might as well give some scissors to one of my nieces and tell them to have at it. They'd probably do a better job.

Jake has been fighting a losing battle with a head cold lately. He's so good at eating healthy that it's got to be something really bad to knock him off his feet. That makes me nervous. If it did that to him I can only imagine how I'm going to react. Needless to say I've been trying to stay away from him. We've got so many things planned this weekend I am hoping he's able to kick it by then. *sigh*

Work has managed to pick up some speed, which is nice. Yesterday I had yet another issue with the new gal. I was talking to her about a case and she decided to jump in and start making calls. Never mind that I had it completely under control. She dials the guy's number before I can say stop and I pitched a major fit. Then she hands the phone to me. After a brief conversation I attempted to tell her that I was in control of the situation and was not in need of any help. She announces it's her job. I shoot back with something along the lines of "Nuh Uh!" but more professional-like. I also added that we're equal job level wise. She snaps at me that 'She doesn't think so. She's over me'. Instead of flipping out verbally (facial expression-wise I was beyond that) I emailed a friend who is over her for advice. Instead of responding to me I am assuming she sent her an email directly. I get back from a break only to hear her say, "I owe you an apology." I responded with a chipper, "Oh really?" only to hear her explain that an email magically arrived from a meeting she had a week ago that clarified she and I were equal. We both have separate duties and ne'er the two shall meet... unless she needs help or visa versa. I wanted to do an "IN YOUR FACE" dance, complete with pointing and a really loud manly yell. Instead I smiled and said that I was glad THAT was cleared up and she added that now we could get back to doing work. I feel bad for her to a point. She was thrown into a position that she didn't want with next to no real explanation of what her duties were. She said that the fifteen minute conversation she had with our boss the day she arrived was the most she had heard. She also complained that she was never given a job description. I agreed that it was a shitty situation all around but that I was very comfortable working with her (youseewhatIdidthere?) and that we were going to work very well together. Then I lowered my head below the monitor screen and snickered quietly to myself.

I called to make an appointment with my hairstylist this weekend. She's a wonderful lady ("M") who I've been going to for years. She owns a shop that employs a few other hair stylists, including her sister ("S"). "S" is also a sweet woman, but is a tad rough when it comes to the hair. Plus... it doesn't matter how much she follows"M"'s instructions she always manages to burn the hell out of my head with the color. We're talking blisters here. I've only gone to her a few times, but usually prefer to wait until my friend returns for her trips (she has family in Iran). The last time I made an appointment "S" took the info THEN told me that "M" was away and she'd see me. I didn't want to hurt her feelings so I went. Another burned session later I was less than happy. Yesterday I called to make an appointment for this weekend. It's the last time I can go before my birthday so it's a must. "S" answered the phone and I made the appointment. I also asked if "M" was available on any late nights during the week since I have so much to do. "S" tells me her daughter is in town until this weekend so she wouldn't be able to, and that she'd see me on Saturday. I hung up the phone and realized this might mean I made yet another appointment with "S" instead of "M". Now I'm trying to figure out how to ask if it's with "M" so I don't hurt "S"s feelings ("S" usually answers the phone). I'll be so pissed if I have to cancel.

Sorry about the scalp burn. *grumbles* I love my hairdresser. LOVE her. She does a great job and is a complete doll. She owns her own shop and works with a few other hairdressers... including her sister. Her sister is also a complete doll. Her ability to lighten hair is... lacking. The last time she did my hair I ended up with blisters on my head. Painful, seeping blisters. Yeah, it was sexy. After politely telling my friend (after making her swear not to tell) that her sister made me look like a burn victim, I swore I'd never let the sister touch my head again. So of course I called to get my hair done last week and the sister answered. I bitched and moaned about how I really needed it done and couldn't wait to come in. She made my appointment and then casually mentioned that my friend was in Iran for a wedding and she would be doing my hair. Shit. I put on my best game face and said I couldn't wait to see her and no, I wouldn't be needed a haircut *just yet*. On Saturday I thought about canceling, but decided to give her another chance. She mentioned how my friend wrote out instructions about EXACTLY how much to use so I figured we were in the clear. WRONG! After she applied the lightener my head already felt like it was on fire. I'm already blonde so it's not like you need a lot. The sister disappeared (she was running in between customers) and when she reappeared it didn't hurt so bad. It was probably from the charred skin losing all sensation, but whatever. By the next morning my hair looked fabulous and my head looked like a burn victim again. Okay, maybe not that bad... but ya know. Now I have to deal with a week's worth of pain, blisters and crappy hair (using a blow dryer is totally out of the question) until my scalp heals. The things we do for beauty... and friendship.