I wonder if its the blond hair lately or I am just down on my luck. My stroke of good luck has ended at work. It used to be that work was enjoyable. Until the recent shake-up. It was not much of a bad thing I suppose, to rotate the jobs. I get to see more and learn more. It's stressful though, to be in a new territory. Perhaps, I have lost much of my fight. I'm like a lighter with no gas. It's so hard to be angry at people, even when they hurl abuse. I have baggage. 10 years in the industry, what have I not seen? Some people think they can hoodwink me, playing the nasty card. Playing the nice card. I just wanna make a living. And do my own thing. I brave the storm I guess, by showing up in the front office with my blond ambition. I try not to let the stares get to me. It's just hair. They can deal with it.
Incidentally, I suppose, the last time I was on a blond ambtition 10 years back. I felt the same way. Withdrawn and anti-social. Perhaps, my sub-conscious wanted to give people a "warning: keep away" sign. My kiampak face, couple with the blond hair. Spells "leave me alone".
Hmmm....and I am getting blonder by the day.
I suppose...
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