Not always Zen Jen

I have a lot of homework this semester and I’m getting ready to go to Chicago for the AWP conference. Last week though, I decided to sign up for a hair appointment with the woman I normally do hair modeling for her class. It was for 6 pm today. I didn’t really want to go, but thought it would be bitchy to cancel last minute. I haul my ass to the Upper East Side from Brooklyn during rush hour and when I arrived, the salon was quiet as a bone.* On hair modeling days, the salon is usually full of women waiting for the appointments. Generally there are tons of would-be hair stylists, clomping in and out of the waiting room with fashionable hair cuts and dresses that look like shirts. But no, not today.

Today there was nothing. There was nothing because my hair lady didn’t see fit and tell me that they had cancelled the class a few days ago. I’m not an angry person, but I just lost two hours when I needed them. Via text she claims she emailed me “a few days ago” about the cancellation. Bull shit. Really. (I checked my spam and everything.)

So I do get angry, I guess.

Other than that, I’m starting back up with the tutoring next week. Unfortunately, I lost three of my hours due to scheduling conflicts, so I’m looking for some freelance work to bridge the income gap. If any of y’all know anyone that needs five or so hours of work done a week, be sure to send them my way.

I learned today that a grad students that lives, works, and studies in three different boroughs should be able to eat and walk at the same time. I've thankfully mastered this task.

It’s been warm. Life is good. I’m now a proud member of the YMCA, located about 1.5 blocks from my apartment. It’s open 24/7, which I tested by staying until past midnight last night. During the day, the place is a flurry of activity; the place is mixed with little old women in swim caps, moms and babies, children, and hip twenty somethings. It’s definitely not a place with ‘tude, which is fabulous.

*Stolen from Anne Carson