Dark clouds are massing in the sky, although it doesn't look like it's going to rain just yet. You walk quickly to the hair salon, and are relieved to see there is only one person waiting.
Carla, the hairdresser, puts your name on the walk-in list. "That was fast," she remarks about your longer hair. "You were in, what, three weeks ago?"
"Two," you correct her. Her eyebrows jump.
"Whatever shampoo you're using, can I have some?" she jokes. "Just a few minutes and I'll take care of you."
During the haircut, you have the chance to take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You still have trouble figuring out what's bugging you about your reflection. The face just doesn't look quite right...
As you walk back to your apartment, a fresh crop of hair on your head, you're still haunted by your reflection. This is no time to be worried about something that's probably nothing at all. You shake your head, trying to dispel the thoughts. You're nervous about the interview. That's all it was.
You put on your good pants and a white shirt. You're upset to discover they don't fit as well as they should. You have to let in your belt one more notch than usual. Apparently having little to eat yesterday didn't do you any good. But if that's the case, why does your shirt feel loose as well?
Again, you force those pesky thoughts aside as you wash your face and get ready to head out for the interview.