Bad Hair Day
Courtesy of cliparts.co
Everybody is entitled to a bad hair day every now and then and today I staked my claim. This morning I woke up late. For one reason, I ignored the alarm at 5:30 am. I must be dog-tired wanting more sleep. So, the extra minutes in bed left me no time for a shower.
My hair was definitely in disarray. It clearly showed where my head rested most of the night, which was on the left side. It looked like a circle crop where the UFO had landed except that there was no discernable geometric designs. I guess part of the blame could be attributed to my preference for sleeping on an extra firm bed without a pillow on my head.
When faced with a bad hair day, I’d go crazy trying to find ways to prevent it from ever happening again.
I can grow my hair long so I can pull it back into a ponytail. I know I’d look good on it. The only problem is that it would accentuate my feminine features.
Or I can learn to sleep in the vertical position. This may require a lot of training, but I know it can be done.
I used to have a co-worker who could do it. I found it out when we were assigned to work one night. After my break, I saw her sitting in front of the computer monitor. She looked real busy. When i tried to engage her in small talk, however, there was no answer. She was fast asleep with nary a sound! I tapped her shoulder and her face fell flat on the keyboard. Still she didn’t wake up. She must have learned the trick during her stint as an air traffic controller.
I also knew this guy from tape operations who could sleep in the wee hours of the morning while standing up. He would go to a corner with a tape cartridge in one hand and fall asleep like a log. If you didn’t know him you’d think he was a statue waiting to be picked up. Too bad, he’s no longer working in the company. He was dismissed because his co-workers got jealous whenever they saw him practiced this special skill at work.
But to my little niece, the solution is no-brainer. “Just go to bed early like the rest of us,” she says.
She’s right. I’m doing too much hair pulling for nothing.