Yes its one of those days where it would have been better to stay hidden under the covers because it would have greatly reduced the chances of mayhem and the ensuing embarrassment on your part? Well today was one of those days.
It was my turn to work a Sunday. Now granted I don’t like working Sundays. I usually already had a busy morning helping out with something at church, and working a Sunday means I lose a day off that week. But it’s part of the job, so I go, and sometimes end up quite busy. Today wasn’t one of those busy days. The reason was likely because it was GORGEOUS outside, yes one of the prettiest, warmest Sundays we’ve had in months. sigh…I’m stuck inside all day.
Being that it wasn’t busy another co-worker and I decided to spruce up a display table for the upcoming St. Patrick’s Day holiday. We like to do something decorative, on a small scale for holidays and have boxes of things we rotate out throughout the year. We opened the St. Paddy’s day box. The first thing I saw was a big felt hat with green and white stripes. “OO perfect for the table” I turned it over. That is when 50 million pieces of shiny shamrock shaped confetti came tumbling out of the hat. Who the heck decided to store confetti in that hat?? After she stopped laughing my co-worker got out the broom and I began unraveling green and white shamrock themed garland to wrap around our table. At least I tried to unravel it. The more I tried, the more it tangled. Jasmine took it out my hand and I swear it fell into one single untangled strand!!
I did a kid’s haircut and as soon as I started to dry her hair, the brush I was holding revolted and leaped right out of my hand and onto the floor. That stuff happens a lot as I suspect that my brushes and combs hold “let’s frustrate Sylvie meetings on a weekly basis”
Soon after wards a color touch up came in. Right behind her a roller set. I took the color client first, sat her down and ran back to mix my color. I brought the bowl of color and my supplies, and set it on the counter. Then I went to put on my client’s cape. A corner of the cape just happened to hit the tip of the brush handle that was in the bowl of color. The brush somersaulted out of the bowl and did a perfect dive right onto the floor. Meanwhile the bowl was skittering across the counter in the opposite direction where it slid off the edge and landed color side down. Oh crap.
Ok, Surely it can’t get any worse….yeah right.
So now I am doing the roller set. Things are moving along nicely, except for the occasional interruptions by the phone or other customers. I am halfway through the set when the comb in my hand decides to try a brand new tactic to really “make” my day. I am using what is called a rat tailed comb, meaning it has teeth on one end and a skinny handle on the other. They are great for parting and sectioning. I have that cursed comb in my hand as I reach into the wicker basket I use to hold the rollers I am using. The skinny end of that comb slides effortlessly between sections of wicker and as my hand now holding a roller and the comb moves away, the basket comes with it. Milliseconds later rollers are flying across the room, as everyone erupts into laughter and I barely restrain using words I should never say in public.
Right about then I wonder, because it is nearing St. Patric’s Day, if I am being Punked by a sadistic leprechaun. I am not even Irish! At least I provided the day’s entertainment.