Can I just be a brat?
So for the last three days, I haven’t been at my apartment leasing job. Today was my first day back and I was supposed to sign a lease or two and had a couple of appointments. No one showed.
Also, last week when I got my haircut at Privé, I also called Richard Williams Salon to schedule an appointment for highlights. I go to the owner, William, who I swear is the very best colorist in the world. He does amazing stuff. Apparently he’s only working weekends now, which sucks for me since I work weekends too. So I scheduled an appointment for a week later which was supposed to be today at 4pm.
I left work early to get my hair done AND I’d passed up working this evening to make a couple hundred bucks at a special event because of this appointment. So it was already a constly endeavor. Figure $200 for full highlights including tip + $200-$400 I’d be potentially missing out on work-wise = $400-$600. Sheesh. But he’s worth it.
When I got in my car, I turned on my piece-of-shit cell phone and saw that I had five messages. What do they want from me now???!! I hate cell phones. I hate being reachable. Hence, my phone is always off and I am unreachable. HA! Take that. Suckers.
Anyways, three of the messages were from the salon asking me if I could reschedule from 4pm today to 12:15pm tomorrow. Damnit. So I get out of the 405 South lane and get back onto the 101 South. Great. Damnit. I really wanted to have my hair done today.
I call the salon back to figure out WTF is up?! They tell me William’s father had a stroke and that he’s been out of town taking care of him and that today is his first day back. So of course I’m thinking, "Aw, poor thing. Daddy’s sick." I mean, I’m not a complete heartless bitch. Come on! But still I’m now out a couple hundred dollars for the day at least and I’m thinking I now have to take tomorrow off of work too AND spend $200 for highlights. F%#k me running. Annoyed.
So I wanted to be a brat and be like, "No. You made an appointment and it’s costing me a lot of inconvenience and money so you’d better keep it!" But I didn’t. I rescheduled the appointment for tomorrow.
Then I went shopping and spent even more money. Ugh.
What’s with the x chromosome and retail therapy?!
Besides, tonight is Mike De Luca’s 40th birthday party at the Roosevelt and I was planning to show up with a hot new do and instead I had to come home and do my own hair and still be in desperate need of a new color which is weeks and weeks overdue.
It’s not like the Mike De Luca thing is such a big deal. Obviously I’m not trying to snag him or anything and I for the most part could care less what he thinks. But I was trying to get a job with him when he was still the President of Production at New Line Cinema. (Or was it when he was at Dreamworks? I don’t know. Whatever.) And since he’s a known womanizer… When you can’t beat them, join them - right?! I mean, at least look the part. I don’t know.
So I should actually go right now since I have to figure out how to style this hair of mine. Argh.
