This morning at work, one of the computer guys borrowed my scissors, and when he went to return them, he did that playful-snip thing behind my head. Well, my hair has a tendency to get everywhere, so of course it got between the scissor blades and was whacked off.
He felt really bad, so I swept the lock of hair out of sight and tried not to freak out too much. I’ve been thinking of having my hair shortened up a little anyway. However, I just had another look and realized that the piece he snipped off was nine inches long!
I ran to the bathroom but I can’t find the damage using just one mirror. My sole comfort is that no one else seems to have noticed yet, so maybe it’s inconspicuous. I’ll have to wait until I get home for lunch to really have a look at the situation. I haven’t told anyone around here, because my husband works here too, and if he hears about it we’re going to have one less computer guy.
Now if you’ll pardon me, I think I’m going to go throw up.
The Peer now spreads the glittering Forfex wide,
T’ inclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide.
Ev’n then, before the fatal Engine clos’d,
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos’d;
Fate urged the Sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But Airy Substance soon unites again)
The meeting Points the sacred Hair dissever
From the fair Head, for ever and for ever!
Then flah’d the living Lightnings from her Eyes,
And Screams of Horror rend th’ affrighted Skies.
Not louder Shrieks to pitying Heav’n are cast,
When Husbands, or when Lapdogs breath their last,
Or when rich China Vessels, fal’n from high,
In glitt’ring Dust and painted Fragments lie!
The Peer now spreads the glittering Forfex wide,
T’ inclose the Lock; now joins it, to divide.
Ev’n then, before the fatal Engine clos’d,
A wretched Sylph too fondly interpos’d;
Fate urged the Sheers, and cut the Sylph in twain,
(But Airy Substance soon unites again)
The meeting Points the sacred Hair dissever
From the fair Head, for ever and for ever!
Then flash’d the living Lightnings from her Eyes,
And Screams of Horror rend th’ affrighted Skies.
Not louder Shrieks to pitying Heav’n are cast,
When Husbands, or when Lapdogs breath their last,
Or when rich China Vessels, fal’n from high,
In glitt’ring Dust and painted Fragments lie!
OMG hopefully it’s not as bad as you think. I feel for you. In high school one of my guy friends thought it would be reaaly funny to turn his lighter to a 5in. flame before he handed it to me, on a windy day, to light a cig. I had hair almost down to my waist. Can we say instant bangs?
It ended up fixable, But I wanted to cry and puke and kill him all at once.
OMYGOD. I’d die. If I recall correctly, your hair has a bit of volume and wave, so if you have to get it layered until it grows out, prolly ok.
My co-worker had The Worst Thing Evah happen to her. She wore her hair short, and had it clipped short around her ears and a couple inches up, tapered-like.
Her hairdresser had just finished working on a kid who wore a mohawk. She forgot to change the setting on the clipper thingy and SHAVED MY CONSERVATIVE FRIEND’s hair down to the skin. On one side of her head. :eek:
She had to use this wide “fake hair crayon” for weeks until her hair grew back.
So glad you didn’t have to suffer this humiliation. Good luck!
What a nice way to say bushy. Unfortunately, it was styled in the picture you saw. It’s straight on days I’m not getting married.
I just realized I had a mirror in my purse, so I went back to the bathroom and looked again. I am relieved to report that although I still need to do a thorough inspection, I don’t think I’ll have to take any drastic measures. I didn’t actually find the damage yet, which amazes me when I look at the lock of hair hidden in my desk drawer. It’s fairly substantial. Maybe I’ll hold off on the barfing till I find exactly where this came from. Still kinda nauseated, though…
I definitely don’t want to cut layers or lose nine inches of hair! However, I just found another piece on the floor. I’ll let you guys know when I find the hacked mess. I know it’s in here somewhere…
You must of course tease him mercilessly about this for ever and ever. Milk it for all it’s worth. The shame and humiliation heaped upon him for the months to come and the sheer entertainment value of working it into all conversations will make it all worth it.
It would be the Best Prank Ever[sup]TM[/sup] if he had obtained a lock of hair of similar color and texture to yours, and dropped it to the floor while snapping the shears shut. That would also explain why you can’t find where he cut it from.
Are you sure he isn’t jerking your chain? Because this strikes me as an excellent prank. Grab a representative lock off the floor at Supercuts, find somebody in your office with more-or-less matching hair who can take a joke, fake a scissor swipe, and drop the lock. Then giggle as they obsessively search their head for the hair stump.
I don’t know if he’s clever enough to do this, but it’s worth considering.
…And that’s what happens when you open a window, read halfway, get busy doing something else, come back half an hour later, and post without refreshing the thread.
I did consider that, but I felt a tug on my hair when the scissors closed. Also, Mr. Stupid Computer Guy looked about as sick as I felt. I think I’ll take Ghanima’s suggestions, and keep him under my thumb forever!
I measured my remaining hair, and find it to be about 19 inches long. So I presume that the rogue lock is now about 10 inches long, which sort of explains how it’s blending in to the rest of the mass. Apparently sometimes the frizziness of my hair can be an asset!
Wait a minute. This could count as assault, and you could have the grounds for a damn good lawsuit here. If nothing else Stupid Computer Guy should be reprimanded.
I’m sure his job description doesn’t include cutting off body parts.
Unfortunately, it was styled in the picture you saw. It’s straight on days I’m not getting married.
