There are times, like yesterday, that necessity dictates your hairstyle for the day. My Bjork-inspired 'do was simply because I hadn't had time to wash my hair for more days than I would have liked and although it was cute, I found it more of a nuisance that it usually had been.
Picture, if you will, me sitting at a desk, being the target of an rubber band shooting coworker (yeah, I know, a bit juvenile but it was Friday afternoon and we were all just a little giddy that all of our intense projects had reached completion and we all had time to finally breathe) only to find that these tiny little folded-over, Bjork-type pony tails had become ring-toss pegs! I had never ever thought of this even remotely happening but there I was, sporting a huge rubber band hanging from my pony tail. The really bad thing is that I hadn't even noticed! And, after I did find out, I really didn't care. It's really quite funny!
Now, before you all become disgusted about the length of time between shampoos for me, I just wanted to defend this decision by stating that I have this incredibly curly (natural, at that) mop of hair that dries out at the vaguest suggestion of water touching it. That and the fact that it has been over-processed with colour and subjected to an unusually dry summer makes it necessary for me to refrain from shampooing too often. Besides, I really do like the pony tail look sometimes. Takes years off my age which is a definite plus. Those of you out there with the same problem can surely identify about the dry, frizzy result of having naturally curly hair. At least, I hope you can. Otherwise, you'll all think that I am some kind of slob. Not the case, I promise! (These are the products that I use now)
Yesterday, I also went out to see one of our office's interns off at the airport as she was leaving for Vietnam. I love hanging out at airports because even though I am not going anywhere at the time, I can dream of where I want to go next as well as partake in my favourite hobby, people-watching.
It's funny really, watching people awaiting their departures or for friends who are coming into town. Most of the shops had closed down by that time but we managed to grab a Tazo Chai from the evil coffee stop there. (Evil? Yes. Why is it at a Canadian Airport, the only coffee and tea you can get is Starbucks? It sucks as we have a lot of Canadian franchises that have better tasting coffee.)
As you can imagine, because everything is shut, there were a lot of people milling about with nothing to do. One woman was so rude to the girl at the coffee shop that I had to stop myself from saying something. Here is this poor girl, working there by herself, making our Chai teas when this rude woman shouts her order over the counter, even though it is obvious that the clerk is serving me. People get really bitchy without their caffeine, I notice.
Nothing much else happened there but when I was coming home on the local transit buses from downtown, I had to laugh. There were so many quirky passengers that there was never a dull moment.
Take, for example, the guy who wanted to put his bicycle on the bus. In Victoria, most of our buses have a bicycle rack on the front so that commuters can take their pedal-powered vehicles with them and ride where convenient. (For those of you who might be interested, these racks hold only two bicycles at one time). So, this guy has his bike in the downtown core and the driver informs the guy that he cannot load in the core (Something I hadn't known until yesterday) and that he would have to pedal himself about ten blocks away to get loaded. Actually, I think the passenger was a little loaded himself as he said he didn't think he was able to even ride the damned thing there. However, we saw him at every stop where he asked again to which the driver informed him of the stop that he actually would be able to get his bicycle on. It was quite comical really, what with the "here?" and "no" conversation that kept happening.
Then, there were the three girls of which two could not stop laughing because they didn't really know where they were going. One was from the mainland and she just kept chattering on, eventually getting the guy with the bicycle and then these two older ladies that were talking with them into hysterical laughter. I hope they finally found their way home...
I suppose that now it's about time that I found my way home. I trust you are all having a good weekend. See you soon!
Picture, if you will, me sitting at a desk, being the target of an rubber band shooting coworker (yeah, I know, a bit juvenile but it was Friday afternoon and we were all just a little giddy that all of our intense projects had reached completion and we all had time to finally breathe) only to find that these tiny little folded-over, Bjork-type pony tails had become ring-toss pegs! I had never ever thought of this even remotely happening but there I was, sporting a huge rubber band hanging from my pony tail. The really bad thing is that I hadn't even noticed! And, after I did find out, I really didn't care. It's really quite funny!
Now, before you all become disgusted about the length of time between shampoos for me, I just wanted to defend this decision by stating that I have this incredibly curly (natural, at that) mop of hair that dries out at the vaguest suggestion of water touching it. That and the fact that it has been over-processed with colour and subjected to an unusually dry summer makes it necessary for me to refrain from shampooing too often. Besides, I really do like the pony tail look sometimes. Takes years off my age which is a definite plus. Those of you out there with the same problem can surely identify about the dry, frizzy result of having naturally curly hair. At least, I hope you can. Otherwise, you'll all think that I am some kind of slob. Not the case, I promise! (These are the products that I use now)
Yesterday, I also went out to see one of our office's interns off at the airport as she was leaving for Vietnam. I love hanging out at airports because even though I am not going anywhere at the time, I can dream of where I want to go next as well as partake in my favourite hobby, people-watching.
It's funny really, watching people awaiting their departures or for friends who are coming into town. Most of the shops had closed down by that time but we managed to grab a Tazo Chai from the evil coffee stop there. (Evil? Yes. Why is it at a Canadian Airport, the only coffee and tea you can get is Starbucks? It sucks as we have a lot of Canadian franchises that have better tasting coffee.)
As you can imagine, because everything is shut, there were a lot of people milling about with nothing to do. One woman was so rude to the girl at the coffee shop that I had to stop myself from saying something. Here is this poor girl, working there by herself, making our Chai teas when this rude woman shouts her order over the counter, even though it is obvious that the clerk is serving me. People get really bitchy without their caffeine, I notice.
Nothing much else happened there but when I was coming home on the local transit buses from downtown, I had to laugh. There were so many quirky passengers that there was never a dull moment.
Take, for example, the guy who wanted to put his bicycle on the bus. In Victoria, most of our buses have a bicycle rack on the front so that commuters can take their pedal-powered vehicles with them and ride where convenient. (For those of you who might be interested, these racks hold only two bicycles at one time). So, this guy has his bike in the downtown core and the driver informs the guy that he cannot load in the core (Something I hadn't known until yesterday) and that he would have to pedal himself about ten blocks away to get loaded. Actually, I think the passenger was a little loaded himself as he said he didn't think he was able to even ride the damned thing there. However, we saw him at every stop where he asked again to which the driver informed him of the stop that he actually would be able to get his bicycle on. It was quite comical really, what with the "here?" and "no" conversation that kept happening.
Then, there were the three girls of which two could not stop laughing because they didn't really know where they were going. One was from the mainland and she just kept chattering on, eventually getting the guy with the bicycle and then these two older ladies that were talking with them into hysterical laughter. I hope they finally found their way home...
I suppose that now it's about time that I found my way home. I trust you are all having a good weekend. See you soon!
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