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10 December 2004 @ 04:58 pm
I may be wearing a fuzzy hat...  
I went to get my hair done today and the colorist did a great job, and then I went to the stylist. I sat there for over 30 minutes chatting with her, my glasses off, and then I put my glasses on and cried. WHAT IS IT WITH HAIR STYLISTS? Seriously. I apologize to any stylists out there, but what planetary language do all those *others* of your kind speak? Because it isn't English. Every time I go to one, I describe what I want. Point it out in magazines. Draw *pictures*. And every time I get the exact same haircut, which in no way resembles what I want. This time, though--she just went too far. She cut some more of the topiary disaster off, and it got better, but by then I'd pretty much stopped speaking to her. It was an academy salon for advanced training, and she was graduating that day, and her haircuts were part of her final. I started off wishing her well, but by the end of it all...not so much.

I then went and bought make-up and ate toasted cheese on bread and I'm feeling a bit calmer now.

In other crappy news, my physical trainer has parted ways with the gym I go to. I can't blame her: it sucks. They wanted her to shill lousy vitamin supplements as part of the new "upgraded" training package, and they wanted everyone to make quotas. She wouldn't do it. I love her. I'm hoping she'll get a job at another gym she's been mentioning, and I hope to follow her there. I'd just renewed a training package though, for several hundred dollars paid in pre-dated installments. If they get unreasonable, I'm going to have to stop payment on checks and hope that they don't put the matter into collections. Fuckers. Can I just say that this is a gym where, three weeks ago, a woman reached up to adjust the volume on one of their suspended TVs, and it fell on her, and she lay there for over half an hour with the thing on her chest, yelling for help--and no one heard because she was in the lower women's gym, and it was unattended and no one else was there, and their shitty music was playing so loud upstairs that her yells didn't reach them. I am so not kidding either.

This week has kind of sucked. I am going to go out with some people at work now and hang, and then I want to go home and find that the slash fairy visited while I was gone, leaving a shiny new brilliant twenty-thousand word story on my pillow, filled with sweetness and angst and hotness. I wag my puppy tail hopefully at the universe and beg it for biscuits love. Sometimes things balance out, sometimes there is fortunate timing....
 
 
 
"Smokin' hot.": boys mickeymwithout_me on December 10th, 2004 05:06 pm (UTC)
But I thought biscuits were love. Hmm, maybe that's why my jeans are too tight.

And, argh. Was that the Gene Juarez salon? I used to go there (i.e., when I didn't live a thousand miles away), and some of the people were good and some... less so. I hope the cut grows out soon.
laurashapiro on December 10th, 2004 05:12 pm (UTC)
The woman at the gym with the TV on her -- that scares me. A lot. ::wibble::

God, honey, you are too wonderful a person to be going to an academy salon. No wonder you keep getting crap haircuts. If you can ask local friends around town, they should be able to refer you to somebody who'll listen. Then you can stick with them for life (just like with your trainer). The best ones cost more than the students, sure, but you're worth it.
inapickle on December 10th, 2004 05:30 pm (UTC)
I feel for you, hot mama!
I have been trying to figure out where I'm going to get my next haircut, because my options are limited and the girl I was using let me leave the salon looking like a circus freak the last time I went in.

My hair looks ridiculous now and it's mostly because she talked me out of making her do something which I was fairly certain would prove prudent in the longterm.

Alas.
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rachelrachelmap on December 10th, 2004 06:00 pm (UTC)
Sorry about the hair. I had a similar experience once, and I cried and sulked for most of the tenth grade. Twenty-five years, and I can still hardly bear to go into a hair salon.
ineke on December 10th, 2004 06:18 pm (UTC)
But did you tip her? *g*

I avoid haircuts at any cost. I think I go four times a year, max, to keep it at a manageable length-- best to avoid unnecessary trauma in one's life (and isn't there that stress scale? Most stressful: death of spouse, partner. Next most: moving house. Third most: bad haircuts. They've even quantified it with stress-level numbers; add up to more than 100, and you're officially on the road to an ulcer and heart disease). Also, I find the whole imprisoned-in-chair-talking-to-hairdresser aspect a little unnerving, but that could be just me.
The Prettiest. No really, I am.saucy_wench on December 10th, 2004 10:22 pm (UTC)
Poor thing. I'm a hairdresser (well, I'm a stay at home mom and college student right now... too busy for a job) and I realize how hard it is when people don't get exactly what they want. Just WATCH next time, and don't be afraid to say "what the shit are you doing?!"

Best thing about hair is that it always grows back.

Now, what color did you do?
Trepkostrepkos on December 11th, 2004 01:30 am (UTC)
I've had two hairdressers in my life that I trusted, and I haven't had my hair cut since the last one left the island where I live, 10 years ago.
And why DO they play such crap music at the gym?
Stamps foot in sympathy.
Anna S.eliade on December 11th, 2004 09:53 am (UTC)
And why DO they play such crap music at the gym?

To cover the sounds of the screams.
Trepkostrepkos on December 11th, 2004 10:02 am (UTC)
Heh! But there is a flaw in your logique, mon capitaine. Wouldn't decent music played loudly do the job equally well?