It's Like Ice Cube Said...

...today was a good day. Well, it was actually yesterday, but whatever.

The day was going along innocently enough. Normal, as it usually does, when all of the sudden, the whole afternoon flipped upside down.

First, I found out a friend of mine, who pretty much has my dream job, is leaving and is in charge of finding her own replacement. After a momentary (and silent, since I'm in working out of an office this month) mental flip-out, I responded with a letter, written in all capital letters, that I was interested. There were also a number of exclamation points involved. All I can say is, the job would require seeing Diane Sawyer on a daily basis. Followers of this blog will understand the magnitude of that for me.

Shortly after, the lady who runs the business for which I am currently freelancing, basically offered me a partnership in it. Helping her grow it, bringing in clients and taking a cut of what I can bring in. That could potentially mean a ton for me. Besides being super-flattering, it's also the money incentive that normally takes more years in the business to get your hands on. I'm pondering it.

So, needless to say, come 5:30 p.m., I was amped up and needed to get to the gym to run out my excitement. No sooner do I step on the treadmill, then one of my gym boyfriends, nicknamed Fro because of the curly fro he is growing out, enters. Fro and I (at least I think) have been playing the "sh** he/she caught me staring game" for several months. Fro normally comes with a partner, nicknamed Stretch because he stretches a lot, but today he was alone. Fro also cut the hair, but I'm still calling him Fro. And I decide that if opportunity allows, I'm making a move.

So I finish up running, make my way downstairs and engage in the usual game. Only today, being that I was riding high, I decide to take the bull by the horns. Taking a break from situps, Fro is just steps away, I'm pretty sure he is looking, I turn and say, "You cut your hair."

He immediately smiles and we engage in a five minute conversation that goes a little something like this:

Fro: Yes I did.

Me: Why? I've been following its progress for several months.

Fro: Well, I'm a lawyer (me on the inside: Yay!), and I got out of court, went home for lunch and had some time to kill.

Me: Oh, wow. Just like that?

Fro: Yes, just like that. Change is good. Change is inevitable. As a matter of fact, you and I are changing right now.

Me: That we are. What did your fellow lawyers think of the hair? Did it send out a weird vibe?

Fro: (laughs): Haha, I don't know.

Me: Maybe you were the "cool" laywer.

Fro: Or the pothead one.

Me: Maybe.

Fro: So anyways, yes change is good and I can always change it back.

Me: Yes you can. I'm a big fan of changing hair every six to eight weeks.

Fro: Yeah, maybe I'll grow it out again.

Me: Definitely, as a matter of fact, it's growing right now.

Fro: (laughing pretty hard): That's pretty funny.

Me: (Smile with an eyebrow raise.)

We both go back to our exercises. And then we proceed to follow each other around the gym a bit. Smiling and catching each other's eye, when I decide I'm hungry and I need to leave. I think Fro was on a bathroom break when I decided this because he didn't see me go...but I figure that's okay. It will add an aura of mystery to my existance.