Two Songs

I'm obsessed with two songs at the moment.

Lily Allen's version of one of my favourites from Keane 

and

this years BBC Children in Need single performed by Ellie Goulding, this is a love song, but it could be about; your child, your sibling, your parent, your friend, your lover.  It could be about anyone you love, maybe that is what makes it so special.

Let there be Faz, Let there be Light

Yesterday, the 4th, was my one month anniversary at my new job.  I felt almost as lost as I did one month ago.  I struggle with everything except conversation and smiling.  I attract interest wherever I go, (I think they are just a friendly and open bunch and want to enquire and chat,) every time that I set foot off of my floor, I bump into at least one person that I used to work with (but it's usually two or three of them,) from when I worked three floors below.  It's actually lovely to see familiar faces and to see people who want to know that the heck I'm doing back there.

Today, I got a massive wave and hug from Fasil, Faz to his friends.  It was so lovely to see him because when I left the fifth floor, thirteen months ago, you know me Col, I hate fuss about me and so I had opted to try to slip away, with the least fuss, like a stone floating silently to the river bed.

Faz was on leave when I left but soon after I started the new job, I got an email from my friend Paul telling me that Faz was so sad that I'd left and he didn't get a chance to say goodbye.  I did try emailing Faz from my new location but he never received it.

Fate is a curious thing and so I'm standing in the atrium, hugging Faz, so, so, happy to see this lovely man again.  We chatted for five minutes about where I was, how I was struggling, how his dissertation was going and the wonders of You tube, as professed by his father-in-law.  It was great.

This morning, I struggled with my tasks, I make a total cock up of the first task.  Correction, what I did was right, however, I was in the wrong "mode" therefore, everything I did, was wasted.

I took a deep breath, re-did everything and it was good.  Then I took my break, got a hug from Faz, did another three, number driven tasks and.... they were all good.  Something, has finally sunk in, something has stuck, I now know how to do... something.  Praise the Lord.

After a month long migraine, maybe I can just about see a tiny, weeny, chink of light at the end of this particular tunnel.

Crystal Tipps

Around five years ago, I decided to leave my go-to, swanky hair salon.  My go-to favourite hair stylist had left to relocate to pastures new, her boyfriend lived up-north and so, so must she.

I tried a new stylist at the old place, but for the money I was paying, I wasn't impressed.  So I figured that I would rather be not completely happy for half the price, than not completely happy for full price and so I re-located my head, to a salon closer to home.

Five years later and my hairdresser, who is lovely and does a brilliant job with my unruly hair, well, she leaves and I cannot follow, my new working hours will not fit into her new working pattern.

And so I'm stuck, I need to find a new place to be pampered and a place to work magic.

So, with some trepidation, yesterday, I embarked on an adventure to find a new stylist.  I did a little research, some on foot, some on the web and decided to give one salon a try.

I chose this particular salon because the website looks professional, they use sulphate free shampoos, they have pricing depending on level of experience of the stylists and they do late nights.

I arrived three minutes early and was warmly greeted by the proprietor, who had fabulous hair.  I am ushered to a chair to speak to my new hair stylist where she asks me what I want and takes a look at the head.  This I like, because my hair looks totally different dry from wet, you don't see the frizz, the width or the waywardness when it's wet.

One wash and one coffee later and my new stylist is still cutting my hair.  She is slow and precise and that is not a complaint, it was actually really relaxing but so different from my old place where I was in, washed, cut, dried and out within thirty minutes. 

An hour later and I am shorn and blow dried straight.  I think it looks good, of course, you can never tell until you try to do it yourself, but I will be going back there.