thanks miss PL..
I might have been a little stressed and burning the candle at both ends.. But to be honest I dont think its that..
And I have the flu shot too! lol.
SD!! lol, your comments about a hair cut made me remember about when I needed one when I was in china.
I had been needing one for a while then, and was getting open comments from my immediate boss about it so I finally decided to do it one saturday. I went to the front desk of the hotel I was living in and managed to get one the front desk girls to understand what I wanted after much comedy. I mean, what do you think was going through her mind when some crazy white guy comes up to you making scissor motions with his fingers into his hair? Especially in a language you dont really understand. Having gotten directions I went out, and being the brilliant navigator that I am who never gets lost.. after ten minutes I was completely lost and had to hail a cab to go back to the hotel. I got back and after waiting to see the same girl again I attempted to tell her how I got lost. After I thoroughly confused her, I think I had used the wrong chinese words and ordered a beer cause one came, she disappears into the back and comes out in street clothes! Aha! A guide! I can get to the hair cutting place now!
So we walk from the hotel in the same direction she sent me.. and she obviously got lost herself cause we wandered twice around the same block I ended up at. Maybe I wasnt so dumb afterall. We then hailed a cab and went to a barber shop. It even had the rotating pole that the old skool barbers had. After going in, there was a huge disturbance because the owner noticed a white guy coming in. I was led to the front of the line, and sat down to have my hair cut by the owner himself (this was obviously a great honour which after the end product I wished I wasnt bestowed with). He sent the girl whose chair he hijacked off to get something and came back with a beer and a stack of pictures of hairdo's (I really liked china with the way they always assumed I wanted a beer). After being showed of hairdo's of the likes of kiss and even a few women, I managed to find one that looked like what I wanted.
After getting my haircut (I would wear a hat for a few weeks afterwards everytime in public so all the guys I was working with wouldnt burst into laughter), I ended up having my picture taken with the owner and his staff. I noticed all my hair was spent up carefully, I didnt think anything of it until the next time I went there for a haircut I saw a picture of me in teh window with a clear box beside it containing my hair. Obviously this was some sort of marketing ploy that was using me without compensation.. but I decided to let it go. I turned around and went in search of another barber.
