I don't need an elaborate hairdo

Got a haircut yesterday from a barber, not a hairstylist. The two are different you see, barbers are guys who stay in humid barbershops and use big scissors, and TV is always tuned in to either PBA or IBC, or other least known stations. Hairstylists are a bit trickier, they can either be a guy or a girl, or combinations, they have ranking – creative stylist, sr. creative, junior, senior, super junior, etc – which also dictates the professional you have to pay. Stylists have more elaborate equipment, they also shampoo your hair pre or post cutting of hair.

The guy from the barbershop has a generic way of trimming hair even after I had carefully explained to him how I want my hair to look like and given instructions on what to trim and what not to trim. He was very detailed at first, cutting in miniscule and measuring the shape and all. Then he became trigger-happy and started cutting insanely using his edged scissors like he just bought that and was excited to use it. It ended up with my hair less K-Pop, it's really short and now I’m starting to like it because I don't need to spend 30 minutes to style it (because it has no style, yes, don't rub it in).

But guess what, I don't really need an elaborate hairdo. I know I've dyed my hair twice this month, and I was on the verge of doing something incredibly stupid with it like give it highlights just like with what Caloy has in Magkaribal. But today is different, today marks the day plain hair triumphs over stylistics.

The clock is ticking

Lately, I’ve been impatient waiting, on ATM terminals, ordering “fast food”, impatient being on hold waiting for a Globe rep to pick up, and yes, being stuck on the dreaded traffic. But what I can’t bring myself to understand is having to wait an hour for the doctor to come in. The schedule clearly states 9AM, the front desk guy confirmed it’s 9, and the Intellicare clinic guide says it’s from 9AM. I completely get that I have to wait for my turn, it’s always first come first serve basis, and I’m cool that I would have to wait because some patients would take a longer time because they have unusual procedures done like anal probe or psychological tests.

But when my doctor arrived at 10am, and started accepting patients 30 minutes after, I felt my wasted time was deduced to plotting evil schemes like making a scene or exploding outright. In 1 hour I can do a lot of meaningful things, like watching 3 episodes of How I met your mother on DVD. Or completing up to 2 washing machine cycles, or playing with my kid Soleil and letting her watch the entire [V] Countdown, or neatly folding 1 week worth of laundered clothes, or go over my daily social networking update (I limit only 1 hour to check my facebook, twitter, blogs, etc). In 1 hour my wife and I can have our very meaningful catch up chats, you know, she tells stuff about work and how much she “adores” her colleagues, and I tell her what’s going on at my work and how I’m this close (insert hand gesture) into writing a hate email.

Because I value time I respect other people’s value on time. I apologize to my class if I came in late from break to run some important errands. If I need them to stay beyond their shift, I let them know how much I appreciate them sticking around. After reading messages from people who texted or email me, I reply immediately when needed, there’s no reason that they would have to wait for a response. In cases when someone needs me and I’m unavailable, I inform him or her when I’m available. And when there’s an agreed time, like for a work-related meeting, or casual meet ups with friends, I make sure I come in on time. Anyways, about the evil plot or rage and terror, it didn’t happen. I realized the doctor can poke me in the eye and I won’t get my badly-needed med cert.