So in tried and tested fashion, when you want something to happen, it stubbornly will not occur until you do something that concievably makes it difficult.
I'm not sure if that made sense. I'll go with a better analogy - the watched phone never rings? Wait for a bus and then three turn up together?
So, having dyed my hair a particularly umemployable shade of red...I both scored and aced a phone interview and find myself in the happy position of being employed. Starting Monday. In a position where I have to be presentable. Doh.
Thus, my cunning plan to secure a job worked flawlessly. If only I had realised just how well it would work, I might not have used permenant dye. Then again, I might have - I did want the intense colour...
A mere two weeks after having dyed it, I have now experiemented with 'colour B4' which promised to completely remove the red and take me back to my natural blonde. Impressively, it did indeed manage such a feat, and I am now me again.
As my job is miles away from where I have been living, this last weekend has turned into a mad rush to get my gardening contract finished as far as possible and sort a place to live - so as of this evening I shall be esconced in a hotel, sans the internet...for a week, unless I can locate somewhere later. Next week shall see me attempting to learn my new job requirements and flat hunting.