Work went pretty well today. It wasn't that insane and I managed to order more wine to stock. I suppose that is something.
I approached a guy about beer options and he seemed confident with his ability to choose. Still, I continued to chit chat and he stops me to ask a question--is your hair all the same length?
I know that I blush as I was not expecting this question. I say, yes, as it is true. He continues with....well, I am new to a salon in Arcadia and and we are looking for models for different cuts. I think I might do it. I have been teetering with this decision for the last few months. Since I returned to Tempe, I have been frequenting a salon. I like my girl--she's quirky, eclectic, fun. However, I am tired of spending $65 on 2 inches of my hair being cut. That is my hesitation for going to her. I know another stylist that frequents my bar gig. He's a hoot! He definitely makes me laugh and I want to believe that he knows what he is doing. That I could trust him to not jack up my hair. However, I have pause in that possibility, too. I think this guy I met tonight might actually be a viable option.
There were other customers that I was able to chat up about wine. I do like that aspect of my current job. I began a conversation this one customer who happened to be from Denver. Then, we were off. I can talk about Denver for a long while. I do adore that city and miss it terribly. That is how I always feel when I meet someone who is currently living there.
Anyways, we continue to talk when a chanting disrupts us. It was on the other side of the store. All, I can make out, is that animals deserve to live. There was a group of indeterminate people that were boycotting our butcher. It was insane. So bizarre and it continued for a good 10 minutes. My first thought was--can't they just kick them out?
Then, I reconsidered. Giving any attention to this group gave them praise. I thought we should turn the music up and continue on with customer service. I don't know how they were politely asked to leave. I was thankful that the chanting stopped. It was not a peaceful protest by any means. I cannot even tell you where this group came from. I hope they do not choose to return and pull this charade tomorrow.
My hiking date fell through for tomorrow morning. I am bummed for many reasons. Mostly since I am going to have to get up, earlier, and do laundry. My land lord was doing his laundry, tonight, when I made it home. Tomorrow will be an early day.
I think the hair cut might be a grand idea. And, it's just hair, right? If it is terrible, it will grow back. I will wait through the holidays to marinate on the hair idea.