Getting a Makeover or: Jenny Conducts Her First Interview, Sticks Her Foot in Her Mouth

So, I got my hair "done" yesterday.  The stylist still left roots in my hair, so she's going to fix them for free on Saturday (I don't think any male reader will care why this is important, but I know you ladies will feel my agony). I also got my hair cut.  Somehow, "shoulder length, some layers, nothing drastic" turned into hair that just barely goes into ponytail and layers that are cut as short as my chin.  You know how it is-by the time you can say anything, half your hair is already on the ground.  Despite my misgivings at first, I like my cut.  It has some edgy rocker chick layers, and it makes me look more my age instead of a college freshman.  The last time I had my hair this short, I was going through a bad breakup and wanted to change everything about myself.  There's nothing dramatic spurring this change now except a desire to feel more age-appropriate and professional. 

Today I felt like a real "professional."  I had meetings, deadlines, and an interview.  The interview went well, but it's so weird interviewing someone with tons more experience and who has been an engineer since before you were born.  She was professional, though, and if she was annoyed by someone with a month's experience interviewing her, she didn't show it. 

Today I went out to lunch with some gals from the office.  One of them is very pregnant, and she was telling us what her daughter's name is going to be.  It's a pretty name, and since the rest of us are childless, I figured I could rant about how much I hate the name Madison and not offend anyone (I seriously hate names like Madison, Tyler, Taylor, etc for girls.  I like classic but uncommon names myself. My favorite names always change but if I were to give birth to a girl say, tomorrow, I would name her Sabrina.) Anyway, so I say, "That name is really pretty. I hate the trend of giving a boy's name to a girl."  And a MILLISECOND after I say this, I remember that one of the ladies has a boy's name with a girl's spelling.  Open foot, insert mouth.  Lately I've been saying things without thinking and while I like this lack of censorship with myself, I really should think sometimes before I say something.

Okay enough about work.  My brother started his own Myspace music page.  He has a real talent for writing songs and playing the guitar, and he wrote this one melancholy song that is soooo pretty.  I'm really glad he's putting his music out there.