Work Game Story

Yet another coworker story of embarrassment:

In college I experimented with a lot of different hair colors. After a bad experience with the local Hair Academy I went back to using box color myself.

One August during the lull before classes started again I decided to go for blonde. So I went to Wal-Mart, the only store in town, and found a shade meant to turn brunettes into goldilocks. I simply chose to ignore the small disclaimer saying that it was only meant for those whose natural color was light brown, mine was not.

I went home and followed the directions to a T and a couple hours later I more closely resembled Carrot Top instead of Heather Locklear. I decided another application was in order since my hair was so dark and the second time I left it on for even longer.

After washing that out I was set to play the role of the Scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz. My hair looked and felt exactly like straw.

Since it was so damaged I had to endure 2 days of deep conditioning before I could dye it dark again and by that time people had started to return to campus and I had to pull an Amy Winehouse with a bandana wrapped around my fried hair.