after applying at target yesterday i got a phone call at 8ish in the morning with the exciting news that i had been qualified enough to be scheduled an interview with helen head of management or something. After asking her what day it was (ha i had no idea) we agreed upon tomorrow.
My hair is cut and i realize once again why i have a high disregard for others screwing with my hair. BUT i did need one desperately. She asked me how much i would like taken off i replied with a "oh 1/2 inch" she must of taken off an inch and a half then she proceeds to spritz my hair and poof it under framing my face which made me look like i was about ten.. WHERES MY DAMN LOLLIPOP! Then continually telling me how my hair is fried which i am well aware of thanks for reiterating that fact. Heres your five bucks lady. Im adjusting.
and as i sit here there are men right outside the window who should be doing their construction work, staring at me, unattractive men from what i see and my eyes arent even that great. Hey at least they like my haircut or maybe its my tits.
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