A Little Bit Of Nothing

A happy cold and snowy Wednesday to you all. Okay, by cold I mean about -2, and snowy, well, there is about a quarter of a centimetre of snow on the ground. I think we will look back and read this in January and wish for that kind of day. But hopefully with global warming, there won’t be snow this year.

Not long ago I realized that there was a whole group of people who didn’t know me with my original non dark hair. Because I have maintained my dark hair for almost a year now, everyone who met me in 2007 knows me with dark hair. It is a scary thought. A funny change when I first started that has now become a defining characteristic.

A couple of weeks ago for FHE, we played the ever popular ‘I’ve Never’ game. The statement was “I’ve never dyed my hair.” And to my surprise, I was the only one who had dyed their hair. And even more to my shock, people were surprised that I had dyed my hair. And no one, no one believed me that being a brunette was a relativity new thing and 100% from a bottle and not dark haired genes. One person even commented, “I just couldn’t even imagine you with blonde hair.”

Yesterday was a stressful day at our office. I am not sure what everyone was working on, but they all seemed to be running around like mad. So, to take some of the pressure off, I offered to run to the bank and post office for the day. Knowing I looked good, I only minimally primped for excursion and headed off, excited to see all of my bank buddies.

I was saddened when I got to the bank to not find any of my buddies working, and in fact only girl tellers. I waited in line for a while when one of the girl tellers looked at me and said, “I’ll be right with you, okay honey?” What?!? Honey? Really. I might not have looked it at the time, but I knew I was at least a good 5 years older than this girl.

When the teller was ready for me I went over and presented my bank deposits for her to enter, and that is when the annoying small talk started. It began as she asked me if I was done school for the day. I remarked that I had been done school for about three years. Still not catching on, she stated, “I understand how you feel, sometimes it seems like you will never be finished with school.” Staring at her for a minute, I informed her that I had completed school, and was now working.

She stayed quiet for a few more minutes until she asked me to sign the receipt. “Okay, I am almost done; I just need to sign your name on this line. That means write your name, not print. Just right here on this line.” I rolled my eyes, inside my head and quickly signed the paper. And as I gathered up all of my bank books, my new friend said to me, “Hope you have a good day at school tomorrow.”

Hoping:

To look a bit older in years to come.

Relieved:

That we all overreact from time to time. No long am I the only crazy person.

Happy:

To know that I won’t ruin yet another friendship by inviting someone to Preference. It is definitely the surest way to become awkward.

Thankful:

For all that I have, but definitely don’t deserve.

GL/GS