Pain
As if getting over a migraine wasn't bad enough, today I find in my mail a letter from the State Board-- the entire title is a mouthful: State of New Jersey, Department of Law and Public Safety, Division of Consumer Affairs, New Jersey State Board of Cosmetology and Hairstyling.
My application was rejected because my stupid, evil high school didn't put the official school seal on my transcripts. So now I have to go back to the high school-- believe me, I do not look forward to this, I had to deal with the moron squad last time I called-- get them to put the stupid seal on my transcripts, go back to my beauty school, have them do what they need to do, hope and pray I don't need to go back to the doctor to have him sign anything, and maybe-- just maybe-- I can send this off again. And maybe-- how I've come to loathe the word-- they won't wait a month to tell me that something is wrong with the application. And maybe I'll get to take the bloody test.
Ahem.
No, I'm fine. Really. I'll bash a few heads and things will go smoothly. I might not have to scream much. No worries.
But none of the above has anything to do with the pain I'm in now. No, that pain comes from somewhere else. I blame braiding for my pain. In my rage, I fiercely French braided my hair. Yeah, well, I didn't know what else to do. I parted my hair in half and angrily wove it into two braids. I look like a pissed off Pippi Longstocking, but with darker hair and matching clothes. And no monkey. I'd really like a monkey. But I digress..
You wouldn't think that braiding would hurt so much, but-- oh, yes-- it does. My arms.. They hate me. My hands aren't exactly fond of me either.
At first, the pain was intense. Muscles knotted up and screamed in protest. Eventually, they loosened up and it was only a throbbing pain. I was shaky, weak, whimpering. Yes, I'm a wuss. A seriously out of practice wuss. I really need to get back into lifting weights. In the meantime, Advil is my friend.
I blame you for this, State Board! Send me a monkey and I may forgive you.
2 Things You Say:
That would be SO cool, if they did that!
It would be one of the coolest consolation prizes ever..
"Well, I didn't get that Oscar.. But they gave me a monkey!"
"The mechanic didn't fix my car in time. And the estimate? Wishful thinking. But I got a monkey!"
"My job interview fell through. But, hey, monkey!"
I could've turned this into a post..
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