They're saying in work that if I want to keep working on the desk, I have to get a haircut. Because my "unkempt" appearance is "a poor reflection" on the hospital's "high standards." Well... I suppose it has been getting a bit long. When you can pull it into a ponytail, maybe it is time for a haircut. But why does that one supervisor always have to ( Read more... )

So I wake up on Sunday morning, right?

My hair.

Was in.

Corkscrew curls.

I mean like little springs. When I was a little ginger kid in Nishi-Gotanda I had nightmares about this happening. I looked like the little brother of Shirley Temple's no-one really talked about. I don't know which one of you lot did it (because I fell asleep half way ( Read more... )