While not working in the CBD has several benefits, working just outside the city centre has its drawbacks as well. Lack of interesting material to post and the absolute dearth of photo ops has made esmerelda a dull blogger indeed. When I first took this job I thought - oh, I'll take the bus to work everyday. That plan soon fell to the wayside after Mr H dropped me off in front of my building my very first day. I actually did ride the bus home one day - and although I appreciated the tour of little known suburbs and side streets, a 1.5 hr trip home
sucksthebigone soon loses it's luster.
One of the best things about working in the city, other than having a source of material, was that I could duck out on my lunch hour and get my hair cut. Since I moved to Oz I have been a bit of a salon whore, flitting from one salon to another, getting charged outrageous amounts of money by some, trying out the cheapie salons at other times, and never managing to click with any of them. Finding a hairdresser with whom one is simpatico is similar to searching for the holy grail without John Cleese.
Yesterday however, I finally found my dream hairdresser. A little shop, tucked in the corner of a side street, owned by a guy that has been in the area for 28 years. I did not have to listen to kvetching about hangovers/failed relationships, idly wonder exactly how the stylist could keep his/her eyes open with that many eyebrow piercings, or try to determine if they thought dyeing their hair that particular shade of purple really looked good.
AND my hair looks BRILLIANT. This is the BEST haircut I've had in TWO YEARS! My hair even looked great after I washed it this morning. I am so chuffed!
Mr H got a haircut/beard trim as well. He looks v, v tidy indeed.
And it was less than $50 - for the both of us.
Did I tell you I was pleased? [damn I look good].