Thanks for the Sympathy

Who among us hasn't had a haircut from hell?

Today, four days in, I finally achieved haircut tolerance - in fact, I kinda like it a bit, after I beat it into submission.  BUT anybody who tells you that very short hair is "so effortless to maintain!" is a lying liar.   It takes about a tablespoon of styling product and 20 minutes with a blow dryer to accomplish this  very short, easy, "Wash and Go!" style.  Otherwise, it's Bertha the Prison Matron.   I keep telling myself that Anne Hathaway is facing the same issues.  I don't find that particularly comforting.

I think the job interview went pretty well, but this was just the first round. We'll see if I get called in for the second round.  I actually laughed out loud at being handed a letter from the water management district about a permit turnover, and asked how I would respond. I felt at home.

Meanwhile, I have another interview this week at a boutique downtown law firm.  I have less confidence in that one, because they are looking for a commercial closer, and I've done ONE (1) commercial closing with mine own dainty hands, and it wasn't a "Let's all sit at the table," formal closing.  I was really just getting our side's signer to sign, so I just had our signer swing by my desk and sign what he had to sign and popped the whole mess into a FedEx envelope - done. 

In a previous life I was the person who reviewed the docs, corrected the many times our own in-house title company got our company name wrong, (I'm not kidding!) and stuff like that, and then told the money people it was okay to turn on the money faucet and wire the funds.  I never worked for a title company, but knowing those who did, I am quite sure doing a closing isn't rocket science, because I spent a whole lot of time correcting their homework and swearing.  Anyway, I told the agency I wasn't really a closer, but apparently the managing partner wants to talk to me anyway. Cool beans.  At least I know how to style my hair now, and that is a relief.

Meanwhile, Miss D saw Dr. C today, and she is 32 inches tall and 24 (I think?) pounds at 15 months, and was again declared Fabulous.  She has many words already and learns new ones every day (we've all had to give up F-Bombing) and she definitely understands far more than she can say yet.  She is a riot, and Dr. C suggested that they should consider paying for college with modeling work.

I don't think she has the patience to be a child model. Miss D does not suffer fools gladly.