Hair
I don't care much for small talk. I think I should be able to go through my work day without having to interact vocally with my annoying coworkers. My biggest trepidation in cutting my hair was not that I would miss having it long, but that I would have to deal with an endless stream of people at work commenting on it.
The comments ranged from the snide "looks like someone got their hair cut" from the #1 annoying coworker (delivered in her whiny, high-pitched Chinese voice) to the appropriate "nice haircut" from a few folks (to whom I should deliver cookies, or at least kudos, for knowing the right thing to say.)
What got to me the most were the two men, one who I see two or three times a week, the other who I see once a week, whose comment was actually a question. "Did you do something with your hair?" As if I had cut one inch from it instead of fifteen. Of course, I've never put much stock in their brain power.
And now, on to the world of hairpieces!
The comments ranged from the snide "looks like someone got their hair cut" from the #1 annoying coworker (delivered in her whiny, high-pitched Chinese voice) to the appropriate "nice haircut" from a few folks (to whom I should deliver cookies, or at least kudos, for knowing the right thing to say.)
What got to me the most were the two men, one who I see two or three times a week, the other who I see once a week, whose comment was actually a question. "Did you do something with your hair?" As if I had cut one inch from it instead of fifteen. Of course, I've never put much stock in their brain power.
And now, on to the world of hairpieces!