manchester_black

Today I went job hunting some more. went into this one place that was a womans clothes store (now give me a good reason I wouldnt want to work there- all my co workers would be girls, all the customers would be girls, and I wouldnt be expected to wear the clothes from there) first thing I asked so I didn't waste a resume was if they only hired women- fair question to which I got a little 'pop test' from the one girl working there, where she asked how would I get her to buy a specific item, and I told her thats a trick question, because you do it when they're modelling in the fitting room. She said I made a good call on that and asked if they hired guys. No dice on that one. But, I walked into Tristan and America in Eaton centre, and the manager I got directed to was holding a stack of resumes- he gave mine a look, asked me a couple questions and told me to come in on monday with a void cheque and my SIN number. Hopefully it'll pan out, I need money like I need - well, like I need lots of other things, incidentally.

I got a package in the mail from a friend for my birthday that made things a little more sunny on this grey and muggy day. My folks sent my scanner and my DVD's yesterday, so unless the post office fucks the dog on that one too, next week I should be having a fun movie watching day.

Listen to Godspeed You Black emperor if you haven't already. Really fantastic atmosphere music.

Question:

1.My hair is at the point where it's pissing me off because I can't do anything with it. Should I suffer through it a little longer and let my hair grow out longer, or should I just get my hair cut shorter again? Practicality and all that aside, what of those options would illicit a mosre lustful reaction?