formerly a fearless temp

I would like it noted for the record that I, Jessica A. MyLastName, finished my presentation before 9PM on the day before it was due. Yes! I'm done! DONE! This is usually the time I'm just getting started on project like this! I'm usually entering Hour Two of Seven of Exhausted Panic but now I'm just enjoying the fact that I'm done! Done!

I spent Friday night and a good chunk of Saturday afternoon in the library, and then spent a few hours this afternoon/evening working on it in the dining room away from the TV and wow, it's like all of a sudden I'm realizing that all those things I'd been told for years about studying? All those things I'd tell people when I was tutoring them in academic strategies/study skills? They're SO TRUE. You *do* need to get away from distractions! You shouldn't wait till the last minute! My God! It's a whole new academic world!

It's a shame I didn't realize this, oh, five years ago.

Anyway. Other weekend accomplishments: Got a flu shot, which is still making my arm all painful. Also got a haircut, which was good but a little disturbing because of the following exchange:

Hairdresser: So. How long's it been since you've had it cut?

Me: Well, you know, I haven't seen you in about four months, but I had to go in August and you were on maternity leave and so I went with my aunt to her hairdresser -- she has curly hair too -- my aunt, not the hairdresser, though come to think of it, so did she, but anyway! I went with her, to this lady, and she was kind of scary and intimidating and told me I used the wrong shampoo and --

Hairdresser: Right. Well, I'm just asking because it looks like she forgot to cut the left side of your head.

Me: What?!

Hairdresser: Yeah, it looks like -- hey! Cindy! Come here, look at this! [Cindy crosses room, stands next to my swivelly chair.] See, look at --

Cindy: Oh wow, yeah. That whole side.

Hairdresser: It's at least two inches longer, all on this side.

Me: Oh my God! Have I been Pathetic Lopsided Hair Girl for two months?! You're not allowed to have any more babies! No more!

Hairdresser: ...

Cindy: ...

Me: I mean, congratulations! Got any pictures?


Anyway. My hair! Has been freaky looking and I didn't notice! Hairdresser later said it probably wasn't noticeable because of the way I part it, but still. Or maybe she was making it up? As an elaborate ruse to keep me from going to the Interim Hairdresser permanently? I don't know! The Hairdressers' Realm is a mysterious place I do not fully understand!

I think I like my new cut, but I will not know for sure until a few days have passed and the New Cut Excitement has worn off.

Also, GH? To quote Justn's McDonald's campaign, I'm lovin' it. Carly + Alcazar 4EVA! I loved the black and white fantasies last week, including Alcazar's bad hair. I think it only made me love him more. I have no objectivity! None!

Must sleep.

Am massive tool. Forgot that I was supposed to cover reception and was sitting at my desk chair-dancing to Come Sail Away when the poor receptionist called me and asked tentatively if I was supposed to be covering her lunch. And I was! And I was a HALF HOUR late! What is wrong with me? I've done this before! Other secretaries came up and were all "It helps if you put it in your calendar, you know, maybe you should write it down. Like, right now. No, right now. Before you forget, you ditzy temp."

Ok, so maybe those weren't their exact words. They were very nice about it and I was very nice in return and took their suggestion to heart and all that, but internally I was thinking, "Ok, I'll 'write it down' but I don't NEED to. What kind of moron forgets twice? Pshaw."

Apparently a moron just like me.

In other other news: I purchased some new hair stuff that's supposed to de-frizz one's hair and I can't tell if it works. My hair does seem *different*, sure, and maybe it is less frizzy, but I think it's only de-frizzed on the outer layer, so I have this like de-frizzed outer shell and all this super-poufy hair underneath. Quite the do. I'm sure it's all the rage in Paris. This, as well as the massive expanses of hairy leg that I missed while shaving my legs this morning, is really adding to the Unkempt Temp Look I achieve every day.

Ah, Mr. Boss is back. I sense dictation tapes in my future, which means fewer boring LJ entries from work. Aren't you lucky?