maybe looking up

I hate to seem like a nag. I hate to be "that woman" who always pesters people. But at the same time I wanted my air conditioning place to know that it was fairly important I got the stuff finished tomorrow.

So I hatched a plan: call the receptionist, instead of Head Guy, and ask her to ask him if my coming home "early" (eg., 11 am instead of 1 pm) would "expedite" things any. Look at me! I'm trying to be helpful! I'm trying to make their jobs easier! That's what I was trying to convey.

Instead, she said, "Oh, he just walked in, let me hand you over to him." Which kind of spooked me but I presented the possibility and his comment was "We will be on your doorstep at 11 am. (I get out of class at 10:40, so I have plenty of time to get home).

Oh, also, a couple of "Hairity" photos from the past few days. I snapped a photo of my hair after I took it down after the high bun on Sunday. I wet the hair down fairly aggressively before putting it into the bun to get it to behave, and this is it after it dried:



Yeah. My hair is kind of like a Gremlin: Don't get it wet, don't feed it after midnight. (I could give the Mane-iac a run for her money. In fact, a purple outfit and a green Manic Panic dyejob and I could masquerade as the Mane-iac. Not so good at super villain laughter though.)

Today (as yesterday), I insisted on wearing the more typical sort of bun for me (low and based on a pony tail) as a protest against how hot it is:



I call this one, "Elizabeth Bennet takes a selfie." (The camera is practically an antique by today's standards anyway)

I also tried a shot from the back, but it came out looking like part of a lapdog:



Yeah, my hair tries to escape from the bun. I think it's trying to make itself into a fascinator.

Here's hoping this time tomorrow I have "real" air conditioning back.