I’m letting my hair do what it wants today. I won’t oppress it behind a bobby pin; I won’t be disappointed by its lack of ambition.  It’s going to look wonderfully earnest in its messiness. That’s my hair plan today. Now, on to more productive matters, like the reason I’m even writing about what I expect my hair’s behavior to be. I hate my job. I am currently there and everything about it is making me feel ill. Sound like a case of the Mondays? You might be right, except that the overall amount of work I do on any given week could barely occupy an entire day. I’ve thought about starting a timer as soon as I divert from work-related tasks, just to see how much time I actually spend working and not. But even quantifying that time would qualify as time unproductively spent. And I’ve dilly-dallied a whole bunch today, undocumented as of yet. My contract will probably be renewed, but the truth is that I don’t want to come back. I want to do something else.