My life has been changed by a few quick snips. My hair went from "frighteningly close to a mullet" to "sleek, sophisticated and sun-kissed" in a matter of one hour 20 minutes. The mullet look had been unintentional, the result of not having received a haircut in over two months due to lack of time. I made the time, my wife made the appointment and Bita made the magic. If you're in Toronto and you need to find a hairdresser you can trust, check out Bita at Nino D'Arena at Eatons Centre. The woman is a talented master stylist, who's honest and upfront about prices, as well as being one of those rare stylists who listens to what you want but won't do it if it's going to look poorly on you. Beyond that she has a wicked sense of humour and is a pleasure to talk to.
So, if you're looking for a change for this summer go where the scissors do the talking. You won't regret it!
Thursday 28 June 2007
Tuesday 26 June 2007
I'm Alive
Quick run through:
Got married
Got promoted
Got older
Got a new trapper
Got a whole lot going on!!
Life is good, if painful. And I will be getting a new haircut. YAY!
Oh, and my hockey game tonight was sweat and highlight filled. Needed a little self promotion there, just for the hell of it.
Got married
Got promoted
Got older
Got a new trapper
Got a whole lot going on!!
Life is good, if painful. And I will be getting a new haircut. YAY!
Oh, and my hockey game tonight was sweat and highlight filled. Needed a little self promotion there, just for the hell of it.
Friday 5 January 2007
Adult Going On Adolescent
I work retail. An extremely rewarding proffesion, as many of you would surely agree. I've been in retail since I was but a year old, my parents having gone in with a joint venture store of Radio Shack origins. So, my formative years were spent Windexing the battery display and doing undercover work on the shoplifting front. No one ever suspects the adorable four-year old of being a narc.
I recall my father being yelled at by a customer, who was quite liberally sprinkling his conversation with words no toddler should be privy to. My father was, and is, an honest guy, give you the shirt off his back sort of fellow. Yet this guy was calling my father a liar, a cheater, a scoundrel... or something akin to these words if you catch my G-rating hints. I remember my dad staying calm, but turning a bright red around the collar, maintaining his proffessionalism until the guy finally left the store. Then he turned and told my mother he was going for a walk, took me by the hand, and proceeded to explain how only people with no class and poor vocabularies would ever speak to another human being in the fashion I had just witnessed.
I have to say, even though I'm now old enough to use such language (and do), that those were some of the wisest words my father ever told me. Right up there with "...wait for the shooter to make a move before committing yourself on a breakway, honey". Though I use curse words, sometimes more than necessary, I try not to actually say them to the person who's angering me. And I certainly don't swear at some poor person who's only trying to do their job. That's not to say I haven't wanted to tell some people exactly where to shove it, but I've resisted that siren's call.
So why the #&$& can't some of my customers do the same? I have people come in, much older than I, who seem to have made it past the 8th grade with relative ease, who fall back upon such terrible language that my ears want to shrivel up and fall off my head. Come on, people, grow up!
...A lady comes in with her young child and promptly gets pissed that we haven't had the foresight to bring in boots that would match her son's ensemble. The "F" word gets used loudly and directly in front of said munchkin.
...Another lady comes in and is upset that we no longer have our BOGO promotion running. Somehow this is my fault because I'm a stupid female-dog.
And my favorite:
"I gave you my resume, why the *bleep* haven't you called me for the position?"
What is wrong with the world today that this is all rather unsurprising, almost acceptable? When did society start to veer away from common decency? When did we tack away from tactful conversation?
I don't know the answer but I do know there is many a person I'd like to take the hand of, walk out to the back alley with, and teach them a thing or two about proper word usage.
I recall my father being yelled at by a customer, who was quite liberally sprinkling his conversation with words no toddler should be privy to. My father was, and is, an honest guy, give you the shirt off his back sort of fellow. Yet this guy was calling my father a liar, a cheater, a scoundrel... or something akin to these words if you catch my G-rating hints. I remember my dad staying calm, but turning a bright red around the collar, maintaining his proffessionalism until the guy finally left the store. Then he turned and told my mother he was going for a walk, took me by the hand, and proceeded to explain how only people with no class and poor vocabularies would ever speak to another human being in the fashion I had just witnessed.
I have to say, even though I'm now old enough to use such language (and do), that those were some of the wisest words my father ever told me. Right up there with "...wait for the shooter to make a move before committing yourself on a breakway, honey". Though I use curse words, sometimes more than necessary, I try not to actually say them to the person who's angering me. And I certainly don't swear at some poor person who's only trying to do their job. That's not to say I haven't wanted to tell some people exactly where to shove it, but I've resisted that siren's call.
So why the #&$& can't some of my customers do the same? I have people come in, much older than I, who seem to have made it past the 8th grade with relative ease, who fall back upon such terrible language that my ears want to shrivel up and fall off my head. Come on, people, grow up!
...A lady comes in with her young child and promptly gets pissed that we haven't had the foresight to bring in boots that would match her son's ensemble. The "F" word gets used loudly and directly in front of said munchkin.
...Another lady comes in and is upset that we no longer have our BOGO promotion running. Somehow this is my fault because I'm a stupid female-dog.
And my favorite:
"I gave you my resume, why the *bleep* haven't you called me for the position?"
What is wrong with the world today that this is all rather unsurprising, almost acceptable? When did society start to veer away from common decency? When did we tack away from tactful conversation?
I don't know the answer but I do know there is many a person I'd like to take the hand of, walk out to the back alley with, and teach them a thing or two about proper word usage.
Thursday 4 January 2007
The Zoom - Stop Walker
You're on an escalator, you're moving up it at some level of speed, confident that the person in front of you, on the left hand side, will keep moving. After all, the little pictograms say walk left, stand right. And we can all read pictograms, correct? (Other than those who are blind, who are totally exempt from this critique) So, why is it that more often than not I have to do a split second skid stop so I don't ram the top of my head into the person who's in front's arse?
Come on, people, this is not rocket science (and certainly not quantum physics!). If you start off walking keep doing it until you're out of the way of all those people walking behind you. Otherwise my pointy little head cannot be held responsible!
Come on, people, this is not rocket science (and certainly not quantum physics!). If you start off walking keep doing it until you're out of the way of all those people walking behind you. Otherwise my pointy little head cannot be held responsible!
Monday 1 January 2007
Weirdness
You ever have one of those days when you swear the people upstairs are all sitting around, incredibly bored, when one of them says "Hey, I know what we can do! Let's drive some sad little mortal bonkers by making their day akin to that of the main character in Dr Seuss's 'Wacky Wednesday' book." This is, of course, assuming the gods have read Dr. Seuss, which, judging from my life, they have. I think they have all of the books in first edition hard covers, truth be told.
The day began with my wife and I having to put up with ringing in the new year by listening to our neighbours sing karaoke until 4:30 in the morning. They cannot sing a damn note, have terrible taste in music ("Ache-y Breaky Heart" enough said) and the husband tries to sing Celine Dion songs. Justifiable homicide leaps to mind whenever I hear the mic starting to backfeed. Follow this up with 6 hours of nightmare filled sleep, a dog who's butt will not stop bleeding, more karoake at 11am until 3pm, sore knees, hyperventilation during sex (unbelievably scary moment) and then Blogger says it can't recognize my log-in name until I finally try to leave. This all adds up to fears of what 2007 will hold. And makes me believe that the rain we received today was really the gods pissing their collective pants at the follies they foisted upon me. Ah well, someone's gotta be the fall guy, right?
Happy New Year, one and all!
The day began with my wife and I having to put up with ringing in the new year by listening to our neighbours sing karaoke until 4:30 in the morning. They cannot sing a damn note, have terrible taste in music ("Ache-y Breaky Heart" enough said) and the husband tries to sing Celine Dion songs. Justifiable homicide leaps to mind whenever I hear the mic starting to backfeed. Follow this up with 6 hours of nightmare filled sleep, a dog who's butt will not stop bleeding, more karoake at 11am until 3pm, sore knees, hyperventilation during sex (unbelievably scary moment) and then Blogger says it can't recognize my log-in name until I finally try to leave. This all adds up to fears of what 2007 will hold. And makes me believe that the rain we received today was really the gods pissing their collective pants at the follies they foisted upon me. Ah well, someone's gotta be the fall guy, right?
Happy New Year, one and all!
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