The most unexpected thing happened today while I was cleaning a table. It was around... close to 11 at night I suppose, and all of a sudden Darren comes in, looks at me with a smile and a look of glee on his face says "You want to know something, Ruth?", allowing me the obligatory "What?" (although I highly doubt he wouldn't tell me anyways if I hadn't responded)

"This hairstyle really doesn't suit you. You don't look nice like that. You should've stuck with your old hairstyle, you looked better then." Let me just tell you this, I was stunned. In fact, I can't even begin to describe how I felt then because a. That was completely out of the blue b. We never say anything to each other.

Allow me to describe the relationship I have with Darren. The only time I ever talked to him alone for 5 minutes was when I had the job interview with him. After that it was the usual "Bye" after work and nothing more. We don't give a shit about each other. I'm just another employee to him, he's just another manager to me. We don't speak to each other, we don't chat with each other, I know jack shit about him, although he probably knows a bit more about me (like... ooh, I'm on a break now.)

I know I shouldn't be a little annoyed (make that angry) at him. Of course, he's just stating his own fucking opinion (as all those people out there just love to say when they say something that pisses the other party off "Oh, it's my honest opinion. Take it or leave it." Well, you can certainly take your stupid opinion and shove it up your ass. And don't even let me get started on you) but you know what? I'm pissed. Not majorly pissed, but you know, the kind that's more than just annoyed, but a little short of anger feeling.

The best part was that I think he's just a little tipsy. Why? Because he had a couple glasses of brandy (at least I think it was brandy, but it was basically one of those hard core liquors) and you know... I HAD THAT FUCKING HAIRCUT FOR MORE THAN A WEEK AND YOU TELL ME THIS NOW? Blah blah blah, I don't need to hear another "He's entitled to his own opinion" line. I'm pissed. Period. The one thing that really irks me the most is that he didn't even have to guts to say it to my face the very first day I came in with that haircut. In fact, I've noticed that most of the time both he and Joey don't say things to my face that they don't like. For example when I'm doing something wrongly. Do they tell me? Of course not! They pass the message along to a friggin' messenger so I can't shoot the damn guy. Now, I really don't have a problem with you telling me my mistakes, but at least tell it to my face rather than passing the job to other people. The haircut comment is just another example of him being too chickenshit to say things to my face without the aid of some alcohol in his stupid fat liver.

Anyone who thinks my haircut makes me look ugly/horrible/fat/kiddish/stupid/retro or whatever just go ahead and say it to me because you know what's surprising? I may care about your comments, but not for a minute would I trade my current hairstyle for the one I used to have. Sure, I have bad hair days (in fact, they're happening everyday) and the hairstyle is going out of shape (really quickly actually), and I do get hurt when you tell me my haircut looks really ugly and makes me look childish and fat, but at the end of the day, I realized that despite all the negative comments and the fact that I don't really love the hairstyle (although I like it sometimes) the days of having long hair are long gone and I'm happy. That said, I'm never cutting this kind of short hair again for the sole reason that it's troublesome when your hair starts growing really quickly and goes out of shape, making you look like some 80's mom.

Oh, and for all those who don't really understand why I'm stunned when Darren told me how horrible my haircut is... ever had a relationship with someone who you treat as practically nonexistent 3/4 of the time, only to have them make such a personal comment about you?