Work was hell.
I mean it. Absolute hell. I usually love my job, sitting behind the bar, flirting with everything pretty that comes near me. I daren't today. I got so ridiculed ... They all thought it was hilarious that my hair was this horrible colour. Thought it extremely entertaining. That was, until I put itching powder in all their coats and jackets. Bastards, I hope they itch their skin right off.
Okay, not very original, but I didn't have much time to plan.
Anyway, I come in, hoping that they don't say anything about it, because they know how much I loved my hair. But no, I come in, they see, and they laugh. Just laugh! They don't say a damn word, just stand there, bent double, laughing until they cry.
You have no idea how close I was to quitting right then.
Bloody bastards ... Usually I would be taking the piss out of myself, but this was my hair! I couldn't bear the thought of not having my beautiful hair, never mind taking the piss out of myself for it. No, I just told them that if they didn't shut up I was going to lock them in one of the upstairs rooms and leave 'em there until someone managed to stumble in. They shut up.
I swear, I am not going to rest until I get Maddie back for this.
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