January 19, 2010

I have a job prospect for tomorrow through next Friday so I got up to get my hair cut. By “got up” I mean rolled out of bed at 11:30, and by “hair” I mean the unruly mass that’s gone unchecked for at least 3 months.

Since I’ve moved to an entirely new area, I had to find a new hair stylist. I could go to my trusted stylist from the pre-unworked days but I think a cheaper option is still the smart way to go. So cue the new stylist and of course she lops off way more than I asked for. Siiigh. I try not to be too bossy with people cutting my hair and trust their expertise. I mean, I don’t go into a restaurant and tell the cook exactly how to cook my food, right? Still, I didn’t want much done and “much done” was what I got.

I was near Beacon’s Closet so decided to pop in there to see if I could find any new clothes (or new to me). Lately I’ve had the roughest time finding anything that fits my taste. It’s either too expensive, too cheaply made, too bland, or too gaudy. I seem to have a very limited area of acceptance when it comes to clothing.

I’m also trying to reign in my spending. I got a little cash flow coming in again and I let loose with the purchases. Recently, I bought a new bed frame, new shoes, a new jacket, and new glasses. None of them were cheap. As a defense, I tell myself that I’d been wanting each of those things for a long, long time and it was just simply due. I don’t think I put myself in any financial trouble because of them, but they definitely didn’t help me shore up my credit card debt any sooner. But what’s life without a little reward once in a while, right? Right?

In the afternoon, I get another job offer which would overlap the one I’m anticipating. I still need a 100% confirmation from the first that they need me but can’t get a speedy answer. So rather than deal with a messy double-booking, I respectfully decline the second job. Which is always a guarantee that the first job falls through. Thus, I have seemingly the rest of the week off and not sure when that first job will be starting up.

NOTE: Pissed off looking librarian chicks with glasses in an 80′s music video? Hot.

Daily Panic Level: A tad higher
Financial Outlook: Still fine
Job Scorecard (Interviews – Freelance Work – Freelance Busts): 8 – 8 – 38
Last Night’s Meal: Chick pea salad

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