Actually, most of the day was good. I only have two standout stories of appalling-ness, and come to think of it, they were both conversations with chefs.
1. I walk into the kitchen in the morning.
Sous-chef Fabian says, "Wow, you got your hair cut!"
I say, "Yes, I did. Ross cut it for me."
He says, "Are you alright? You don't seem like your usual self today."
I am kind of touched, and say, "Yeah, I'm kind of stressed out about money and Christmas and various things... I'm feeling pretty crappy." (I cried this morning because of said worries)
He says, "Well, at least your insides match your outsides."
I say nothing, mouth gaping as I realise he just insulted my fiance, my hair and my emotional stability. Then I leave.
2. I'm talking to head-chef Keith.
Keith says, "Hey, you got your hair cut. Who did that, then?"
I say, "My boyfriend Ross. Pretty cool huh?"
He says, "Was he drunk at the time?"
I say, "No."
He says, "Are you sure?"
I say, "Yes." Then I leave.
But to end on a nice note... Everyone else at work was lovely. Even big scary boss-man and seemingly oblivious studio jerks a) noticed, and b) said nice things. And heck, I love my new hair, so whatever!
Plus, only 6 days to go!