A good night's sleep gave me a fresh perspective on my hair and I'm all better now. Yeah, right. I'm even more pissed off today after trying to style it. I have shaped it into something that doesn't make me want to weep when I catch a glimpse of myself, but I know the minute I walk out the door into the humdity it's going to sproing up into a total disaster. I must direct this anger at a useful target. Fortunately, I am in, as they say, a target-rich environment. Shall I aim my anger at the IT people who deny that my office computer/network connection is FUBAR and pretend it's normal to be unable to save or open a Powerpoint presentation on the network? And now my copy of Word is corrupted and I can't use half the forms on the system, or even view things created by others. At the court reporter who lost one of our depo exhibits? I'm a woman with a bad haircut and a lot of rage, so be very, very afraid.

I did email Rob for a Cascade 220 fix. I should use it to knit a bag for my head, but I think it will be a Constant Companion/felted zippered pouch combo.

Bess speaks for me, as she so often does, on the hair issue. She hit the nail on the head - my stylist is just getting too old. We are about the same age, but he's been doing conservative older lady hair way too much and apparently is now incapable of anything remotely fun or sexy. Time to find a new stylist - it's hard to change after so many years, but this is twice in a row that I've come out thinking we no longer speak the same language. It's like he's making decisions on what a suitable hairstyle is for me, and his ideas are way older than mine.

On the subject of stacked layers, that was perhaps the most absurd portion of my conversation with him. I wasn't happy with the cut and he knew it, so he showed me the back of my head, so I could admire how nicely he stacked the layers. I mean, what the fuck, am I supposed to back into rooms for the next month? "Yes, I know this cut makes my face look like shit but look at the stacked layers on the back of my head!" He is a perfect technician, he can execute a cut at high speed and with great precision, but he has lost the connection with making a woman look and feel attractive. My hair is cut perfectly. I just hate the way it makes me look.

Time for work. Bleh.