I got hacked again this weekend. Not the website this time, but my email. I apologize to anyone who was spammed by me early Sunday morning (which appears to be everyone I’ve ever emailed from that account, and I’ve had that account for…15 years (ish), so that’s a lot of people). As soon as I noticed it, I changed my password for every account that uses that password.
Other than that, things are going well (which I feel oddly compelled to tell you as if we just ran into each other after a long break). My vacation-bred serenity with regard to all things work-related is officially gone, but that only covers a third of my day.
Dude. I went to a new (to me) salon to get a haircut (freshened the layers, kept the length – hey, this is important stuff) the other weekend. I was very happy with the haircut, but not 100% sure about the guy who cut it. He was very good, but kind of standoffish and very disapproving about how long it had been since my last haircut and how very much I don’t like to have to do anything to my hair every day. And he didn’t talk to me. So it was a little awkward. Anyway, you know how I don’t answer any calls unless I know who’s calling? (Nod. I’ve said this before.) Well, I broke my rule. A local number I didn’t recognize just came up on my cell phone (like in between the two paragraphs up there – totally interrupted whatever boring train of thought I had going on), and I answered it. The salon I went to is one of 15 in a local chain. The woman who called me was the owner of the chain. She said she always calls new clients. She was super nice, and when she asked me to rate my hair-stylist and I only gave him an 8.5 (based on the vibe), she suggested two other stylists at the same location who might be better for me because “first impressions are important and you should be happy with who does your hair.” She just found herself a loyal client.