secretly blonde

Yesterday, I was working on an event for my job. One of my tasks was to tape up a sign that gave directions to our event on a glass door. I had been rushed all day to complete my assorted tasks, and I was already mildly frustrated as I took the sign and some masking tape outside to tape it up. I held the sign and pulled some of the tape from off the roll, cut it, and exhaled loudly as the wind suddenly picked up speed and tape stuck to the front of the sign. My first reaction was to pull the tape right off the sign, which of course took off some of the lettering of the sign as well. I growled inwardly. Again I cut some more tape off the roll in an effort to tape up this sign. And once again, the wind blew with perfect timing and tape stuck to the front of the sign. This time, however, I restrained myself from pulling it off the sign, but instead left it, which still looked pretty silly considering the new shiny, diagonal streak that ran across the front of the sign. Finally, after several very frustrating minutes, I had taped up the sign to the door.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that I realized....

....it was a glass door.

I could have taped it on the inside.

*I think someone dyes my hair brown while I sleep.*

the "oh yeah?" factor

Most of the time, I don't do things to prove anything to anybody. I do most things solely to prove to myself that I can do them.

Every once in a while, however, I do something partially because someone told me I couldn't do it. That the odds were against me.

Oh yeah? Watch me.