When I tell someone I’d like to buy a wig, it typically elicits a questioning stare. Most people wonder why, with my head full of hair, I’d even need one.
Admittedly, buying a wig is one of several unusual goals on my list here. But, while it might seem like a facetious goal at first glance, I’m actually quite serious about it. Here’s why: I need to live.
Yes, I need to survive. I need things like food, clothing, shelter, and clean water to do so. Probably the easiest legal way to ensure I have these resources would be to earn money and pay for them. Earning money usually means sustaining employment of some type, however, sustaining employment usually incurs additional expenses. Those expenses can include the cost of uniforms, supplies, transportation, and insurances, among other things. With those things taken into account, it’s easy to see how buying the things I need would eat through a meager paycheck. Therefore, I need not only a job, but a full-time job, and preferably one that pays well.
That’s one way to survive. But I also need to live. Most well-paying employers in my area do expect their employees to live. To work for them, that is. Exclusively.
There’s definitely a lot I could say about working long hours and mandatory overtime on holidays and weekends with insufficient compensation. There’s certainly a lot more I could say about rank abuse and harassment on the job. But my little bit of grief (that’s relevant to buying a wig) is actually with the dress code.
Considering the many things most people are forced to tolearte on the job, I can’t quite understand restrictive dress codes. Especially if a job is not customer-oriented, I can see no reason to expect an employee to be anything other than clean, alert, and able to preform the tasks associated with the job in a reasonable and timely fashion, and with consideration to others around them. Unless you’re an actor, none of this involves speaking in a certain dialect, weighing a specific amount, wearing a certain brand of clothing, having your hair cut a certain way, or (for cripes sake) even having all of your teeth. Still, most employers expect their workers to fit a very precise image. And alas, I don’t fit that image.
I’m one of those “freaks” with facial piercings, tattoos, and brightly-colored hair. Save for a few minor things, I’m normally quite happy with the way I look. And I’ll make no apologies for that. I’m clean, well-groomed, and I’ve spent a small fortune on nice clothes for myself. For my workshift, I’m willing to cover my tattoos and replace my jewelry with clear or flesh-toned piercing retainers if it makes my boss happy. I probably shouldn’t be so willing. It’s frustrating…even infuriating to feel my personal freedom is being somewhat violated. But I’m mature enough to understand that it’s easier to bend a little for the time being than to break taking on something so much larger than me.
Recently, I felt I had to bleach my hair from purple to blonde in order to obtain a job. It’s been more than a month since I’ve done so. I’ve submitted over fifty applications, I’m still jobless, and I’m running out of places to look for work. Of course, my hair can’t be what’s keeping me from getting a job right now.
I’m not happy with how I look. So I’d like to go back to enjoying my hair…living a little. Without having to worry about how doing so will affect my employment status.
...and that, my friends, is why I need to buy a wig.