Posted August 13th, 2003 by Michelle

I cut off all my hair today.

This is a big deal for me. I’ve always assumed that whatever magic I possess is wrapped up in my ridiculously long mane of hair. I don’t know exactly how many inches fell to the floor in the salon, but it feels as though I cut half the weight of my head. Everyone at work was shocked, but they also informed me that I still have long hair. Doesn’t seem like it to me. So much of it is gone. I mean, I know it’s just hair. But I’ve always felt as though it was somehow key. Which is silly.

Everyone, and I mean everyone at work asked “How was the wedding?” Between the event itself and the bachelor party I only worked a few shifts so it seemed to most, and to me, that I’d been gone for two weeks. It’s a really difficult question to answer. “It was amazing… just amazing… beautiful… softball, rehearsal dinner, hill…” and about then I’d lose it. I ended up spilling the beans to a cluster of women who were concerned about me, which helped in that they pretty much left me to myself for the rest of the night.

I know that you, my faithful readers in cyber-world, might be tiring of me and my busted heart, but it has been but a day, and if you are going to slog through blogs featuring my butt and bike accidents, you might as well come with me on this trip as well.

I keep on having these fantasies, dreams of a reversal of fortune, a phone call, a sudden appearance at my work, and then I realize such fantasies are false and dangerous, and then I’m thrown back to reality, and it sucks all over again. I wonder how long it will take for me to stop jumping when my phone rings, when my computer announces new mail. Anyone who has treasure that I lack ought realize that this is far from over.

On a similar note, I got asked out at work again today, and once again by an investment bankers. What is it about me that attracks investment bankers? And why do investment bankers really think that any server, let alone ME, is going to graciously accept yet another drink-infused embarrassing proposal? They actually tell me how rich they are, the number of waterfront properties they own, as if this had any bearing on the situation. Fortunately, I know how to work these men out of a 30% tip, so at least it’s not wasted time as far as my bank account goes. But yeesh. If any of you know investment bankers, tell them to leave servers alone.