Alopecia Areata

I haven’t heard from my friend Don in a while. The last he mentioned, he was under immense pressure from his wife to find a job. I empathized with him. I told him a story about a time in my life when my girlfriend had a shotgun barrel pointing at my head to find a job. I developed a bald patch the size of a silver dollar on the top of my head from the stress.

Don was slightly amused by story, and seemed to play it off. As time went on and the stress increased from not finding a job, I’d ask Don if he still had hair.

“It hasn’t fallen out yet, but I had to cut it to look more presentable,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re not looking hard enough,” I said, that’s what my girlfriend use to say to me.

                There’s nothing worse than trying to find a job during a recession, and it’s even more aggravating when there’s a chirping bird in the background saying “find a job, find a job, did you find a job yet?” every fifteen minutes.