My workday, that is. Friday mornings are always pretty busy for me, and then at the end of the day it tends to be v.e.r.y. slow. I keep refreshing my gmail notifier, but still, no new mail. I’m waiting for a call about something I’ve got set for New Orleans. Will I have to fly someone there? Or is someone local available? It’s getting too late to wait much longer to decide.
Yesterday when I was coming back into the office building after lunch, a man I didn’t recognize opened the door for me. He said, “Oh, you got your hair cut! I like it!” I mumbled thanks and tried to place him.
I have a bad habit of lumping all the fifty-something white guys in my office building together. So I’ve probably chatted with him before and I don’t remember it.
People who have complimented my haircut: 20 something
Jr. High kid who joked that it looked like a “furball”: 1