Hair-raising story

I heard Kat and Tracy talking outside my cube at about 2:00 this afternoon. I wanted to jump in on the conversation so I pushed myself away from my desk. Kat immediately started to laugh.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you having a rough day again, Jill?"

"Sort of, why?" I responded before realizing what she was referring to. "Ohhh," I grabbed my hair and groaned. A little while ago Kat astutely noticed that it's evident when I am having an especially painful day because my hair wings up and out, usually more so on the left side. Here is a demonstration of how my hair-stress barometer works:

The day starts off with me and my intentionally messy fun hairdo

(It's actually looking flat here cuz I had to wear a toque today)

Then I come back from an enjoyable lunch with my friends and proceed to check what fascinating e-mails showed up while I was away.



The first e-mail reveals that the team of people I work with in London have created a stupendous mess for me to present to my client.

I sigh, exhaling dramatically which tousles my bangs around a bit.

A second e-mail reveals an even bigger mess, and the following one is no better. At this point I rest my elbows on my desk, put my head in my hands and have a short conversation with The Man Upstairs.

(Alternative position shown here which yields similar results)

The result is a visual representation of me having a "rough day".

(my best "please take me home and away from all of this" face. The left side isn't winging as dramatically as usual but hopefully you get the idea)

Yes, I wear my heart on my sleeve and my stress in my hair.