Yesterday was another Blue Monday. As usual, I was feeling sick and moody. It didn't help that my 2-month old hairstyle was giving me the usual flyaway problem. Walked in and out of the ladies to resolve the issue by twirling the stubborn flyaway hair with my heavy-duty brush. Exasperated, I dialed Tommy's number - I was going to meet him later in the evening and my flyaway hair issue would be resolved! Felt so excited at the thought of it, but at the same time, I was worried that I might not make it in time because of the darn weekly sales meeting (I believed Boss would be telling us grandmother's stories in sales context, which would eat into our personal time again. Hey, what's new?)
Before he had the chance to eat into our personal time, I pressed him in conducting the meeting, dropping obvious hints that I was in a rush. Fortunately for me, either he was in a good mood or he had picked up my obvious cues, the meeting was a breeze. Everybody reported their figures and projections and immediately after that, we were free!
Quickly packed my stuff and rushed to Orchard Road for fear of being late for the hairdressing appointment. It is a known fact that one should never be late for the hairdresser's, because the hairdresser has a fixed time slot for each customer and if the latter is late, chances of him rushing into fixing his or her hair is very high and the possibility of committing blunders is very high and nobody wants that!
Fortunately, due to my lightning walking speed, I was 10 minutes early : ) Sat in front of the mirror and felt so disgusted by the flyaway hair. Kept twirling the sickening part using my stumpy fingers and at the corner of my heavily-lined eyes, I noticed a fair and plump woman looking shockingly at me - She must had felt disgusted by my flyaway hair too, was it? Looked fiercely back at her and saw her eyeballs switched to staring herself in the mirror. Bah!
Finally, Tommy came over and attended to me. He asked me what I wanted and I muttered "Concave, with a higher back" (Direct translation from Mandarin). Was in a serious dilemma if I should chop off my fringe, just like Rightie : P While he was busy chopping the irritating flyaway hair, I asked him if it would be good if he could chop off my fringe as well. His knee jerk answer was "Don't be rash" - an euphemism for "You are not suitable for a blunt fringe". I discarded that idea immediately; I did not want to insist my way and regret looking like a China doll for the next few weeks. After a few snips here and there, the look was completed. Satisfied.
Walked out of the hair salon satisfied and full of confidence. No dyeing of hair, no highlights, no treatment, no perm. Just plain and simple haircut, but yes, this was worth every of my $35.
