Monday, January 08, 2007

Ripped from an email to my sister . . .

Can I just tell you that I cannot find anyone in this damned town who will actually cut my hair? I'm tired of what I've got, which is absolutely zero style, but I'm also unwilling to spend time looking at pictures trying to figure out what anything will look like on my head when past experience tells me that either one of two things will happen: a) the stylist will tell me that the style I've picked is completely inappropriate for my hair or b) NOT tell me, and my head STILL ends up looking NOTHING like what I thought it would.

So the last two times I've gone to get a hair cut (two different places), I've explained to the woman cutting my hair that I want something different, and given a few things I know I *don't* want, and explained what I don't like about the current do (or lack thereof). And both times, the woman in question has essentially spent 15 min trimming my hair and then sent me out the door. The one today didn't even bother to trim enough to get all of the split ends off (and then she had the gall to try and sell me a dye job). So pardon my french, but seriously, WTF?!?!?!

What do I have to do to get a freaking hair cut?? I would think these woman would be drooling all over themselves at the chance to actually use some of their expertise and "art" for once. But apparently not. *rolls eyes*

So tomorrow, I'm going to call and make an appointment at the beauty college, because maybe those girls are young enough to have some balls. Jeez! Will let you know how it goes . . .

(And you know at least 75% of my pissiness about this is that I'm mad at myself for walking out that door, instead of saying, "I'm sorry, but I'm paying you to cut my hair and this is not what I want." But I'm an American consumer and I refuse to consider that this might have anything to do with me!)


After (bonus facial expression showing just how thrilled I am with the "new" do):