Clarification: My new boss doesn’t have a mullet. Instead, he looks more like this…
Title shamelessly stolen from: Plain White T’s - Hey Delilah (though unfortunately it’s not a hair metal song… I missed that generation of fine, talented musicians)
Phil loves mullets.
I mention this because I found out who my new boss will be today. He’s got an insanely long mullet. I’ve heard the name “Van Halen” applied to him more than once.
In any case, seems like I’ve got a cool boss. You can’t _not_ be cool with hair like that.
Speaking of hair, I haven’t had a haircut since I moved to Seattle. I honestly don’t think I’ve had a haircut since I came here too look for jobs in October. Needless to say, the hair is getting shaggy. I’d love to do something exciting with it, but I don’t want to put in the effort (or money). If only I knew some college girls who’d cut my hair for me… dang.
I miss my Nebraska women. Y’all rock harder than a mullet.