Hair today, gone tomorrow
I don't have a "sad" icon or a "pissed off" icon, so I've gone for that timeless standby: zombies.
The manager at work said I can't have blue hair.
Yeah.
(insert string of swear words from that scene in The King's Speech here)
Every time I think things are going to be okay at that place, some crap like this happens. This isn't the bloody Ritz Hotel, we're a frakking multiplex cinema, I don't think staff need THAT high a level of appearence standards. One of the guys has two lip peircings, for goodness sake. And the blue matched the uniform. Kinda.
I'm just pissed because of all the time and effort that was put into my crazy streaky hair. And also at the fact that due to the economic situation, I can't make too much of a fight. I am easier to replace than a goldfish at that cinema.
These days having a job means you give up having any say in how you look, because anything other than the "norm" will make you unhireable. And there's nothing you can do about it, which sucks. Not gonna lie, doubling my job hunt efforts, which were already gonna be Serious Business before this went down.
So right now I'm trying to compromise by dying my hair black. Not full black mind you, black with a blue sheen. If it's an all-over colour and isn't full on blue then that might be okay. I just don't want to go full full black unless I absolutely have to.
I'll let you know how it all goes down.
Peace out.