A higher power or sheer Luck?

People always say that there is a higher power, and you get a surprise when you don't really expect it... I don't believe in God and am not sure whether there is a higher power. I just know that everyone has to make their own life as happy as possible - whatever that means in everyone's own perception. Lately, I have been out of work not being able to spend any money really at all. I have also not been very high spirited because all that applying, and contacting people, and more applying, and getting your hopes up, and writing more applications, and getting rejections etc - that can take a lot out of you. Last Thursday I decided not to be too worried about not having a permanent job in sight. After all I am starting some freelance work soon.

So I have been really good with not spending any money, only on food, rent and bills. My boyfriend Alex bought me a lovely skirt for Valentines Day, which was so nice of him - to get something for me after not having bought anything for myself in weeks. Here I should mention though that I also bought some stuff in the same shop the same day on my debit card - bad bad Jana. I justified it to myself with buying clothes for interviews. Not sure whether that counts as an excuse. But when we came out of the shop I said to Alex that all I needed now was a new haircut. I could not possibly go to an interview looking like this! But Alex rightly said to me: 'Do you have £100 to spend on a hair cut right now?' I know... it's not quite that expensive, but for a good haircut, you are in with £60 at least (and that's without buying products). So obviously, I did not have the money to go to the hairdresser.

This morning I had a meeting at the London School of Fashion. As soon as I could get out of that meeting I went to Argos to buy moving boxes (moving this Friday and Saturday yay!), and was just about to heave those to the bus stop to wait for the 38, which was approaching, when a girl ask me something making me miss my bus. But it turned out she was from the Tony & Guy Academy opposite the street asking me whether I'd like a free haircut from one of the teachers at the academy. Now, I have been to the academy before, and obviously the teachers there are really good. Needless to say I did not say 'No'.

In we went, me with my huge moving boxes that caused quite a few raised eyebrows. It turned out that I would get a cut from an International Artistic Director from Tony & Guy - Sonja from Australia. They were not looking for any crazy cuts this time, so it was really what I wanted. I ended up having to wear killer high heels - I swear they were over 10cm high and made me like 2m tall - and go on a stage with two other models and sit in front of a bunch of Italians. There was a translator who took turns translating all three director's step-by-step instructions on how the cut was being done. In the end I had to stand in front of them while they were taking photographs. Then I was free to go, and it all just took 1.5 hrs, which is not too bad considering that I once was in there for 4 hrs because a student was cutting my hair.

Fazit - now I look like Cleopatra, and am contemplating about that higher power. Hmmmm...



Did I say Cleopatra? The second one looks more like Amelie!