cutting my own hair during a power outtage

...with two elastics, a bobby pin, a pair of bathroom scissors, and a headlamp. yeah. not something i do. sure, it was getting a little bit unmanageable...but i do NOT do rash things with my hair. i pay $40-$50 a chop just to be guaranteed not to look like that that chick from dilbert or this.

all i can chalk it up to is the sudden realization i had today that i've jumped into a job where workplace competence can be measured in part by the ability to identify remarkably picturesque, exceptionally tall and snow-covered, but otherwise more or less non-descript mountain peaks in a language closely related to sanskrit, AND THEN CROSS THEM if necessary.

so i guess i figured, damn. if you can't even do a little thing like cut your hair on your own, dead ends are the least of your problems. and it turns out, you just kind of take it curl by curl, feel out the parts that are dry and give 'em a little snip. i'd like to think that even if it had turned out terribly, i'd have been philosophical about it, but let's be real, i probably would have sobbed for an hour and hidden under the covers all weekend. fortunately, though, when the lights came on, it had all turned out pretty well.