As I've mentioned before, all of the Indian guys I work with sometimes mispronounce my name or call me by a name that's close but not quite. With them, I'm either Char Char or Zsa Zsa. Since I'm only fluent in my native tongue, I throw no stones.
However.
As of late, other folks - native English speakers, mind you - have been calling me Zsa Zsa. Including my own boss. My own boss - a man I've worked with for more than two years - called me Zsa Zsa in a meeting today. A meeting that I had set up. A meeting that one of the participants wanted to reschedule, so he e-mailed my coworker instead of me. Because I am evidently fucking invisible.
I feel like I'm literally disappearing.
I've been trying to figure out what has changed. The only thing I can come up with?
It's the hair.
My follicular journey started out with a pixie, then hit some rough times with a remember-I-said-I-was-growing-it-out haircut. But I had a goal.
The hair was looking pretty good. Not like the end goal, but presentable. Not homely. It wasn't emergency hair that would cause you to grab your friend and perform an immediate intervention.
However.
I realized that my hair currently looks like a cross between Rod Blagojevich and Dorothy Hamill.
And folks, it ain't pretty. No wonder I'm disappearing. I look like shit. I look like the bedraggled new mom who is still wearing maternity pants and discovers baby vomit in her hair. Except that I'm supposed to be the glam singleton.
But it's hard to feel glam when you're staring to resemble Shaun Cassidy. And not in a good way.
I'm trying to keep the faith.
I'm trying to keep the faith.
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Come out here. My mom finally did my hair and I love it more than the gal that first did it. You need a vacation anyways... so let us treat you to a new 'doo... and after about about 5 bottles of wine and Margarita's out the wazoo you won't remember one damn thing about your hair. I think you are adorable, but after all this shiz you've been through, a spa day will do ya good. I could use a new partner in crime ;o)
You are fabulous and amazing. Clearly, they feel an intense jealousy that reveals itself by messing with your name. Although I like that they call you zsa zsa, it shows that they think you are spunky, and that you might slap somebody if they aren't careful ; )
I'm sure your hair is precious. . .oh, and maybe you can just tour the country getting ideas. . . come to Dallas, we do hair, make-up, clothes, spa . . . and mean ass margaritas.
I think you need to remind them of your name and how to pronounce it. That's just plain rude not to call you by the correct name.
At least you don't look like the current Shaun Cassidy: http://c.getbackimages.com/uri/w514_h676_cfalse/shaun-cassidy/image/4/0/4/5/4045779.jpg
That would be bad.
I'm sure your looking way more ChaCha-licious than you think you do, but I'm with the Diva on this one. You should come to Dallas. We can do things with hair that defy all the modern laws of physics (and taste, in some instances).
Of course, this is coming from the girl that just pulled all her hair up in a ponytail, using an old fashioned rubber band and an iPod screen as a mirror. I may not be the best one to give advice in this area. :)
Go. Get a brilliant hairdresser to "shape it." Good hair will make your entire attitude--posture, confidence, all of it better.
I love your post title, BTW. Huge fan of his.
oh how i loved sean cassidy. now i wonder why?
and my hair is pretty much at the same point as yours.... trying to grow it out and it's not fun or pretty.
I had an "accidental mullet" last fall, due to a... *ahem*...a peroxide mishap. My hair is only just now becoming acceptable to me again...and I still wear it up most of the time in combs. That's a plus, right? It's actually long enough to PUT UP!
The name thing would get on my nerves with a quickness! How about something along the lines of,
"My name is 'CHA CHA'. If you find that difficult to remember or to pronounce, you may call me Miss Jones." (use your actual last name, of course *heh* ) and change your voicemail and stuff too... "You have reached Miss Jones in Accounts Payable. I'm currently unavailable. Please leave your message for me after the tone."
* : )
I'm catching up in reverse so I just saw the mustache picture and your hair looks fine to me. (Head hair not facial hair).
You are precious! And I wouldn't worry about the rest of it. You are woman! I hear you roar!
Um, excuse me. Your hair looks amazing! I admire it daily. Seriously. Yours is so shiny and just the right length.
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