Good Hair Day

Yesterday I went on my first job interview in 18 years. To say it didn't go well would be an understatement. I was incredibly nervous (there were only 6 people conducting the interview) and for the last 4 days I have been plagued with the worst allergies of my life. Translation - 10 minutes into the interview I began coughing and could not stop. Classy.

To top the day off, Fuchsia and I went shopping afterwards. I was still coughing and sneezing so my first stop was the pharmacy to get some pseudoephedrine. I gave the pharmacist my drivers license (because 50 year old women are huge meth makers) and he said, "This isn't your license."

"Yes it is. I had my hair down and highlighted in it."

"Wow. You look so much young... different in the photo."

So I blew the interview, could not stop coughing and wheezing, and apparently, looked like a wizened ancient.



Whoever said 'Thank God It's Friday' had no idea what they were talking about.