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Thursday, February 08, 2007
Bad Hair Day
Today I lost my hairbrush.

It is because I typically brush my hair on the way to the bus/at the bus stop/while on the bus, because I am usually late or otherwise disorganised in the morning. On Monday I left my handbag-hairbrush at home altogether, and wound up frantically combing my hair with my fingers on the bus whilst thanking those lucky stars that I had not only washed but straightened my hair on Sunday, thus rendering it reasonably tidy on Monday. I think I got away with it.

Anyway. Today I was brushing my hair whilst walking between my car and the bus stop. A bus trundled by and pulled up to the stop, and I decided to catch it (at the stop I get on, buses come by every five minutes or so and I can catch any of them). I tucked my brush into my bag and commenced that ridiculous trot that one often sees female office workers performing - heeled shoes were not made for running in, although I swear I used to be better at it than I am now. I recall once running along a train platform to catch the attention of the driver so he would stop the train that was gathering speed as it pulled away from the platform - whilst wearing platforms that were four inches tall at the heel. And I was successful. But back to the brush.

As I was trotting along to the waiting bus, hoping that no-one was paying any great attention to me (except for the bus driver, that is), I heard the unmistakeable clatter of my hairbrush hitting concrete. It had slid out of my unfastened bag and bounced under the bus. I stopped and peered frantically at the gutter, but it was out of sight. Decided that the high-heel-trot was foolish enough and I wasn't going to get on my knees and try to fish a hairbrush out from under a bus that would shortly be moving, I boarded the bus.

The lost hairbrush was a bad omen. Because I dropped my brush, when I decided to tie my hair back into a ponytail I couldn't make it a neat and tidy 'do, and little wispy bits stuck out all over, as they do. By the end of the day, unless my hair is almost unbearably dirty, the short floaty bits have slid out of their confinement. Someone I worked with once described it as looking "all soft and lovely" - personally, I think it looks like I've crawled through a hedge backwards, hence me carrying a hairbrush at all times (I was also envious of her well-behaved hair, often worn in a slicked-back bun). If I stick it down with product, my hair looks either greasy as fried chicken, or like a helmet.

Sometimes I think that hair is an indicator for how effective a worker a person might be. Today, with my untidy hair, I filled out a cheque for $136,000. Which is what I was supposed to do, except I filled it out in the "$1000 and under" chequebook. Then I couldn't remember what to do with cancelled cheques. I wrote out a warrant for a settlement happening tomorrow (I should only do today), and I forgot to include the reference number whilst processing a batch of cheques for another settlement. Recalling that this presents problems for someone, somewhere, I sent an email to a person that I hoped was the right person, to tell them that on the account they would see a debit that didn't have a reference number so that they would know which settlement it was for. Shortly afterward, I received a terse email back from the person, pointing out that I had forgotten to include the reference number I was emailing to tell her about in the email I had sent!

Now, I realise this does not sound like a large number of mistakes. Should I point out that, today, I processed a whole three settlements? Four, if you include the one I was supposed to do tomorrow.

AND I now have to find another hairbrush.
posted by Ata @ 2:35 pm  
4 Comments:
  • At 7:53 pm, Blogger myo said…

    it sounds like a new hairbrush would be a good business investment.

    perhaps you can claim it as a tax deduction

     
  • At 10:27 pm, Blogger Skywolf said…

    Your hair sounds very much like mine, Ata. Wisps all over the place unless I manage to brush it in firmly, or if I tie it up whilst still wet. That works too. Most of the time, I just leave it down and sod the messing about factor. But, of course, this isn't always practical, nor would it be especially professional if I were an office worker.

    I carry a brush around everywhere too. But I can't do much without a mirror as well, so I don't think I could achieve your task of en-route hairdoing.

     
  • At 3:09 pm, Blogger Ata said…

    I don't do anything complicated, Sky - it's either ponytail or half-back, no parting, just brushed straight back. That's how I get away without a mirror.

    And Myo - do you think I could requisition one through office supplies?

    I found the remnants of my brush this morning when I went to catch the bus. Pretty green shards and chunks of plastic, all up & down the gutter... I was torn between cleaning it up and pretending it wasn't mine. Then the bus arrived, so I took the latter option.

     
  • At 9:01 pm, Blogger myo said…

    Poor abandoned hairbrush

     
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