Impulsive. Me in a nutshell.
Since I got back from Cornwall, a wonderful time of volunteering that has left the bank looking a little empty, work got me back the grindstone as soon as my phone got reception on the way home on the train.
Since then I’ve worked every day, including five 12 hour shifts. That’s 52 hours of work in 5 days. The good thing is it may just be enough to send home and pay off the credit card (and a $58 phone bill I got charged for having to call the Commonwealth Bank overseas – bastards) and put towards the next trip.
On another note, I haven’t cut my hair (professionally – Lija trimming it in October doesn’t count) since I left the country last year, and Lija found a good little shop close to the gym. All the ones we’ve seen so far in the east end are run by English-Africans who are great at beading and braiding but not so good with other styles. So this one is called Edita, and it’s run by Baltic stateswomen, Lija’s lady was Latvian, but the one I had spoke some other language.
I made an appointment yesterday for Thursday then work called and asked me to do another long day Thursday so I went back to the hairdressers and asked if they had anything soon. 20 minute wait. I said fine.
So she washed it, then sat me down in the chair and said What are we doing? I don’t think she totally understood what I suggested, but I showed her in one of the books and she said ah ok and began chopping, hair flying everywhere. She took off about four inches – eeek – and I’m sitting there smiling while biting my lip in extreme fear.
Although if I had the money I’d fly Jackie over from Oz next time, I really needed a change and I’m happy with the end result.
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