Sometimes I Feel Like Throwing My Hands Up in the Air

I should have stayed in bed today. For realz, but I didn't.

First, I had a very early appointment with a very pissed hairdresser. Long story short, I have been going to his guy for a year and a half now. My aunt introduced me to him, and lets just say my hair has been suffering since. Three weeks ago a friend from work took me to her hairdresser and my hair is looking pretty good these days. But the new hairdresser is in the Bronx, and I honestly didn't feel like going that far.

So I booked an appointment with 'old hairdresser', for maintenance sakes. Immediately he recognized my new cut and healthy hair. He didn't ask any questions, but by the way he was tugging on my hair (and the cold icy glares) I could tell he was pissed. He then give me a ridiculous add insult to injury. Imagine your very old, very quirky aunt with the giant puff of a hairstyle atop her head. That's me!

Then, I decided to go to the bookstore ( I know, day off no no) to purchase some items I forgot to buy yesterday. I planned part of my day around this item and ex-hairdresser is literally a block away. Of course the moment I walked into work everyone wanted to know what I was doing there. I think I said 'buying something' five times in the span of 10 minutes. Then out of nowhere, the kid whose story I read and thought sucked majorly popped out of nowhere and said:

"hurry up and buy your stuff already. There is no reason for you to be here this early in the morning. Seriously"

I wanted to punch him in the face. But of course, because I internalize everything I sulked away from with my magazine and Moosecrunch. Yeah, so I went to work for caramelized popcorn and chocolate. Sue me, but it was 50%.

Then when I got home I couldn't even eat the moosecrunch, and instead took a long awkward nap. When I woke up, there was a message on my phone from a co-worker an hour after she sent it. Apparently they are/were a person short tonight for a closing shift with my Favorite Manager, and needed some help.

Evil Manager (the one who yelled at me) was suppose to call me and see if I could come in (which I wouldn't have done anyway but would have at least told Favorite Manager). But some how she 'accidentally' left the intended 'beckett can you come into night' message on another co-workers phone, hence the text message I received from her. Though I had nothing to do with the miscommunication, that won't be made apparently until tomorrow which makes me look like I bailed on the closing shift.

Why do I even attempt to get out of bed some days.

My hair looks weird, my ego is bruised, and I feel lost. At this rate I may have no choice but to go back to school. Life sucks hardcore some days.