I got up early because I had to go to the hairdresser's. The girl turned out to be a perfectionist and took her time, but the result is worth it; for once, I'm not mourning the loss of my tresses. It's a good deal shorter now, which means my curls have all come back, and she's finished it off with some copper highlights in amongst the dark purplish red of my home dye job. It's looking very good, if I may say so myself.
I stopped by the book shop to get some tomes full of tips on assessments and job interviews, because I've decided there's too much at stake now than to trust in my usual technique of just winging it. And as it's been 10 years since I've successfully applied for anything, I figured I could use some help. So, if any of you have any helpful hints you feel you might want to bestow: be my guest! Virtual beer and chocolate all round when I land this job!
And since having heard it for the first time on TotP last night, I just can't seem to get Gwen Stefani's Hollerback Girl out of my head. Such a funny song, but -- what's with the bananas?