Locks of love . . .

One Day at a Time

I got my hair cut.  There is just enough (barely) to qualify for locks of love.  I’m going to send it in soon.  It has to be at least 10 inches from the point of the tie.  It’s right at it, although it will certainly be longer once they unbraid it and smooth out the kinks.  It was time.  I grew it out for 2 years, 2 months, and 16 days (807 days).

I have an appointment with a local staffing agency tomorrow morning at 11AM.  I’m getting a lot of hits lately because I’ve updated my resume and reposted it on careerbuilder.com (it’s amazing how this simple thing can lead to so many calls-I guess it gets you noticed to have a recent update, whereas just letting a resume sit for months and months with no updates turns them away).  Long hair was kind of cool, but the facts are the facts . . . better first impression and a more professional image is necessary right now.

I don’t regret it, so far . . . and it’s only been 8 hours since I’ve gotten it cut.

-AR

PS:  Pictures to come.