May Your unfailing love come to me, O Lord,
Your salvation according to Your promise;
Then I will answer the one who taunts me,
For I trust in Your word.
After more than two years, I finally gave in to the desire to chop off a significant length of hair. This decision came primarily from the fact that people kept mistaking me for a 16-year-old, and I felt that such a misapprehension could only hurt my attempts to find a career-job.
Plus I got tired of having to use tons of shampoo and conditioner in the shower. And I wanted a change. Hair-cutting is one of those nice things you can use for a big change, but if it turns out badly time will fix it. Now I get to figure out how to live with short hair again… Why does it seem like hairdressers tend to have the weirdest, at times worst hair styles?
I started my 3-day stint at NWABR yesterday. They have me making copies and collating binders, which feels a little odd after having done some real, honest-to-goodness work at Commonside. I just wish had done a better job finding something more befitting to a college Senior, rather than a high-school freshman. But it provides me with excellent contacts (I hope) as I start a real job search, and I also get experience with the Seattle public transportation system (busses, $2 per ride), which I hope to utilize more fully in the future as well. So not all bad, just exceedingly boring at NWABR. I look forward to Thursday evening, when I finish there and go pick Ian up at the airport, hopefully ending any significant separations for the forseeable future.