Fate is a fickle beastie

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So, what is it, two weeks after I reluctantly dyed my hair Darkest Natural Brown to cover up the bleachy streaks from which the purple had faded, on the promise of an interview for a Very Professional admin position that wound up not materializing, I start another kitchen job. Actual fine-dining pastry chef this time, instead of my usual muffins-and-brownies gig, too. But it's still back-of-the-house, in chef pants and with my hair covered in a bandana, so purple hair streaks? Would have been TOTALLY okay. The sous-chef has full sleeve tattoos.

On the bright side, though, I wore my leather jacket in -- yeah, the one in the icon, classic motorcycle look liberally festooned with 1" band buttons -- and the bar manager admiringly called it "bad-ass."