I just got to the office and since I’ve got a little spare time before our daily meeting, I thought I’d write something here.
I went to get my hair cut this morning, at a rather unsavory time of eight o’clock. I nearly missed the appointment since I accidentally turned my alarm clock off when it rang… but in the end, made it. The actual haircutting was an entirely new experience for me. Half of the time I wasn’t sure whether I was being beaten up or having my hair cut — the hairdresser kept pushing my head with his index finger; left, right, up, down. And it wasn’t a gentle nudge. It was like a cross between a heart surgeon and a boxer. But as a comparison, the man was a wizard with the scissors (ah, what a rhyme). Or to be exact, a knife. Yes, this was the first haircut I had which did not involve scissors (much). He must of spent a good 20 minutes examining the sides of my head to make sure that both sides were of equal length.
But it worked. And now — and I quote — I “look like a modern version of a Swedish tennis player”. Just without the headband and long blond, wavy hair though :) I imagine I’ll be returning to get my hair recut, when it starts to take over my head again. [Pure Hairdressing]
