I'm Selling Out.

[badstar]

I'm dying my hair a normal color. Plain old solid auburn. I'm a sellout. You know, like a slacker guy getting a job requiring a suit. Really...the fuschia streaks don't hinder my job performance. In fact...theyre racing stripes...they make me more efficient...yeah...it could happen. No more than having boobs hinders my job performance. No more than pantyhose makes job performance better. Death to pantyhose. Evil, evil things.

No more fuschia streaks...that is, until I get a job in a place that will alow it *tents fingers diabolically*

Kathy's coming down from PA to visit fr the weekend. We're going to a medieval feast-type thing Saturday.

My fuschia streaks...*cries*

Comments

[brcmapgirl.livejournal.com]

I didn't think of it as bitching me out. In a perfect world, the pink hair would be acceptable at work. You just have find a job where it is.

I would love to dye my hair blue and if I worked my job at some other firm, I might get away with it. But HR rules are there so that say, you don't have a smelly transvestite in the cube next to you with BO and body glitter still on himself from the night before. Really, he could have had the courtesy to at least *shower* before arriving at work. (He preceded me at a previous tech support job. I only heard about him from nearly every single person at that job. I hope to god you never encounter a Ricky.)

[brcmapgirl.livejournal.com]

I hope that makes you laugh. When I think about it, it does, but I think most of my old co-workers told me that because they were scared of him!

[fuego.livejournal.com]

heh...yes it did...tht is rather disturbing

[ranger-hotsauce.livejournal.com]

The BO is what would bother me. Glitter is fun.