Time for a Haircut

The days leading up to a haircut are so annoying.
Until you actually made the appointment, it probably didn’t bug you that much. Split-ends, schmlit-ends. But then you scheduled a haircut and OHMYGODYOUCAN’TSTANDIT. All of a sudden, you’re looking in the mirror and a hobo is staring back at you. Everything is wrong and you obsess over it until you’re sitting in the salon and your hairdresser PRAISETHELORD is fixing you and all is right with the world.
I think you go through a similar pattern of emotions as you anticipate quitting a job.
Until you have a new prospect in sight, it doesn’t really bug you that much. Dead-end, schmead-end. But then you find yourself just a few months away from graduation and OHMYGODAREALJOBISSOCLOSEICANTASTEIT. All of a sudden, you’re dreading every minute of work. Everything you kind of hated before is amplified and now you’re counting the months, the weeks, the days until you can PRAISETHELORD put in your two weeks and never have to take a food order again. 
And all will be right with the world.
Looking forward to my haircut tomorrow, and the other things that await me in 2013.
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