So last night...

Ok, here's the story. A woman that I work with gave me a conditioner that she used to use when she had red hear. She no longer has red hair so she asked if I wanted it and I said "Sure". It's a leave in conditioner. The directions on the back say to "Pump 4-6 times, and work into damp hair." So that's what I did. I took a shower, let my hair dry a little, and 4 pumps later I had a handful of red gooeyness in my hand. I rubbed my hands together and proceded to work this red goo into my hair. It smelled like chemicals but seemed to work pretty well. When I was finished I went to wash my hands, only to discover that my hands were blood red. Both of them. I turned on the hot water and tried washing them, nothing. I grabbed some soap and scrubbed the shit out of them, nothing. 5 minutes later they were clean, raw but clean. There is still a little bit left on my knuckle. Good thing I have black pillow cases because I could imagine that laying my freshly goo-ed head on a light color would not be a good thing.

 

I also hung out with some co-workers last night. I know I have writen in here before about not really being friends with my co-workers. While I have to admit that if I were to meet these people outside of work - I probably wouldn't be friends with most of them. But there are a handful of them that I would. And I realized that last night. When you really get to know people's personalities it's a lot easier to open yourself up to them. Someone said I was so quiet at work, and I am. But the weird thing is - get me outside of work and it's a whole different scenario. I love to talk, I love to laugh and tell jokes. But for some reason, I just can't unwind here. I'm constantly tense. Maybe it's because I despise a few people that I work very closely with. Hmmm...just maybe.

 

I think I am also kind of afraid that if people find out what I am really like - they won't like me. I've gone through a lot of my life knowing that a lot of people didn't like me. I used to be mean, really mean, and I knew it and I didn't care. I didn't care if people didn't like me, I didn't care what anyone thought of me. Now, I do though. Maybe I shouldn't but I do. I want people to like me, to want to be friends with me, and hang out with me. I've never really been good at making friends. I guess I get that from my mom. I always have that state of mind that if they want to be friends with me - they will come talk to me. I don't ever make the effort. I'm going to stop that. I need to be more outgoing. Moving right along...

 

Stalkerchick  saw 3 of my tattoos last night. I think she liked them. I knew some one would say something about them. I never wear my hair back at work because of them and when I went to cardigan 's place last night I wore my hair up. Not because I wanted people to see - mostly because I didn't have time to take a shower yesterday morning (gross, I know) so my hair was kinda greasy. I think some people are kind of shocked to find out about my tattoos and piercings. You can't see any of them usually. They are always covered by my clothes or my hair, so when people see me outside of work I think it surprises them sometimes. Oh well.

 

Good times...