OK so today is the big day. I realize this is my incredibly self absorbed post, but I have to get this out there. (drum roll please) I am seeing a hair stylist today. I am probably getting my hair cut and colored. Backing things up, I am pathetic at working with my hair. I rock my daughter's hair. Mine? All six limp strands hang lankly most of the time. For work I pull it back in a scrunchy into a messy bun. And yes, I know scrunchies are so 1980's. But it is a velvet scrunchie; does that make it better? LOL
At any rate, the thing is, I know I need to change up my look. I am flying out to CA in June and I will be the "face" of my company out there. I know my "face" doesn't match my knowledge base or my skill set. In my former company that didn't matter. In this one, I seriously think it does. I have not been to a hair stylist in about 8 years. My wife trims my split ends every once in a while I just kind of rolled with that.
So I have a groupon to a fancy schmantzy salon and supposedly this lovely lady has lots of experience working with fine, limp thin body-less ugly hair. I sincerely hope so. Because if I come home looking like a Mexican hairless pooch my "face" for the company is going to be somewhat different than I anticipated. LOL
After the salon visit--which is a family affair as my wife wants to weigh in on the consultation that they are doing before the procedure actually takes place--we are having a lunch out and a small field trip for the kids. Then we are off to the Great School in the City for a presentation that Fiona's school is doing. We will have supper with her, stay for the event and then head home. I wonder if she will recognize me? I wonder if I will recognize me?