Happy VD?

How does one go about complaining about a bad haircut? I mean, when you're sitting in a chair at the barbershop or salon or whatever and someone is standing behind and above you with scissors, it doesn't seem like you're in a position to complain about anything.

I got my hair cut at Great Clips the other night. It was about 8 PM and the place was empty, so I knew I could get it done quickly. They did a fine job -- my hair isn't hard to cut. However, what brought this issue to the forefront of my cranium is the guarantee that came on the receipt. How does one guarantee a haircut? It seems like a rather abstract thing to guarantee. I mean, really, the only thing a company can do is promise not to charge you for totally botching something, but who makes that call?

Clearly the world needs some sort of hairdressing ombudsman.

In other news, I have to work this week. A lot. It will probably be a 60 hour week by the time it's all said and done. I'm also going to start advising students. That should be interesting for all parties involved.

Because I'm going to be working so much this week, my mother is watching Doc until next Friday or Saturday when things slow down a bit. Mom is a bit of a canine hypochondriac. She has taken Sasha to the vet a lot more than the average pet owner. Mom called me tonight to tell me that Doc sometimes is a bit stiff when he gets up. I reminded her that he's at least ten years old and as such, tends to have stiffness in his joints.

"Well," she said, "don't you have him on medicine for that?"

"No," I said. "No I do not. He's not sick. He's old and he's stiff. Just let him stretch out a bit and he'll be fine. He always is."

She wasn't too happy with my response. But really, he's fine. He's just old. When you get older, your body fails. This is true whether you're a dog or a person.

Well, just got a video chat request. Gotta run. Happy VD. Or something.