So, I had dyed my hair black a year ago, as a tribute to winter. When spring rolled around, I dyed my hair red, (I felt it was fitting), and much to my surprise, everyone around me breathed a huge sigh of relief. "FINALLY!" they said. "I was getting SO tired of the black hair!"

However, since these people were primarily my grandmother and one of my friends that says whatever he wants to whenever he wants to, I wasn't sure how seriously to take them. My boyfriend loved it, but since he's colorblind, and he never saw it on me in person, I'm leery of taking his advice. (Plus, black is a real bitch to get out.) I'm currently as close to my natural color as I've been since I was fourteen, (a mousy brown), as depicted in the second picture.

So, please, ignore the poor lighting, ugly face, fat arms etc, and advise me on if I should stick with the brown hair or go back to black (cause once you go black, you'll never go back).

Thanks!


   
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Loose-Cannon Nurses:

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but lately, there’s been a barrage of ‘rebel nurse’ television shows. We started with the antagonistic character of House, but he’s ok, because a) he's a healthcare professional, and b) he always knows what he’s talking about. However, then television latched onto rebellious medical professionals with a new passion.  “HawthoRNe” was the first, and now there’s a new show called “Mercy”. The trailers show intense clips of the nurse in the doctor’s face, screaming, “I just want what’s best for him!!”, while the camera pans to a patient’s bedside, showing them lying comatose.

I don’t know about you, but if I’m in a hospital, I want every member of the medical staff to be following procedure, not shooting from the hip. Intuition is fun when you’re treasure hunting, or interpreting dreams, but I’d prefer that the doctor that’s been through twelve years of rigorous schooling to be making the final call on my health, not the RN that’s been through four years of community college.

 

Scott’s Brand Toilet-Paper:

A few weeks ago, we made a stop at the big W, (Wal-Mart), and grabbed a few essential items. Since I had been acting as the primary shopper for the weeks previous, and since I’m not a pack-horse, I had been getting all of our items from the grocery store pretty much one at a time. This ‘one-at-a-time’ method of shopping applied also to our toilet paper, and as such, we had managed to keep toilet paper on our list for five weeks running. Finally, I got sick of buying two-packs of Angel Soft, and when we stopped in Wal-Mart, we grabbed the first 20-roll pack we found. It was so cheap, too!

I forgot about the toilet paper until we got home, where I cracked a roll out. With much chagrin, I realized that our cheap 20-pack was the same brand McDonald’s stocks their ‘restrooms’ with.

At first, we only jokingly congratulated ourselves on our inadvertent decision to wipe our ass with sandpaper for the rest of our lives. But rapidly, it became apparent that indeed, these rolls would last us for the rest of our lives. After the first two weeks, we had barely made a dent in the first roll!

 

My Managers:

Normally, I don’t complain about specific people. I’m all for some good, old-fashioned generic whining- why I hate being paid minimum wage, why I hate customers (as a whole), and why I should be given a good paying job with the no education that I have. But honestly! This new job is hands down, the worst job that I have ever had. The work is not that hard. I can handle seating and greeting at a pay rate that’s far below a livable wage. But with the exception of one, the managers at that place are the most childish, rude, and unprofessional people I have ever met, anywhere, ever. Rolling your eyes when an employee asks for their check is an inappropriate response, as is an angry tirade when an employee (politely) asks if they can clock off after their scheduled time has come and gone. Scheduling people only on the days they have specifically asked off, while not scheduling others who are repeatedly asking for more hours, and then saying to both parties, “Too bad,” is just so brain-dead I can’t even understand it. Yelling and swearing at an employee when they direct you towards a drunken guest (which is company policy) seems illegal, as does their little game with changing our time sheets whenever the fuck they want to. 

 

And with that load off my chest, I’m off to play with my kitty.