There is this weird thing that happens, when you get your hair cut by someone other than the person who cut it last and then return to have it cut again by the original hairstylist. The conversation is cut and dry (no pun intended). They aren't as gentle when combing your hair out or it gets cut too short. I would say it takes about three cuts to feel the chill disappear.
When women see a hair style they like they ask that person who and where they got it cut. It's just the way it is. If I'm not happy with my hairstylist, I try someone else. I think that is what we all do or have done from one time or another.
Here are some little quirks I have:
* I don't like when it takes two weeks to get an appointment when I call to get my hair cut.
* I like when I bring a picture in to show what I am wanting, the beautician is honest with me and tells me what they think and what I can expect from it.
* I call when I can't make it way ahead of time in courtesy of the hair stylist's time when they could make money other wise.
* I don't like it when I ask for my hair to be cut a certain way, and they cut it the way they wanted to and I walk out of the salon with something totally different than what I asked for.
* If I am happy with my hair, I will take extra calling cards and give them out when someone asks me who cut my hair.
* I don't think my hair cut should cost as much as a utility bill.
In November, I got my hair highlighted a little teeny, tiny bit. I thought it was too much and then colored my hair myself. Over winter break, I made an appointment to get my hair cut. The problem is, and shouldn't be, I had it done by two different hairstylists. Three if you count me. Just like doctors, I think each beautician has their specialty: some who cut short hair, some style long hair better, and others who color it just right. Why shouldn't I be able to go to as many different specialists as I want? And why shouldn't they understand? Doctor's do!
I admired a girl's hair where I work and asked her who cut it. She referred me to Dora and explained to me she speaks very broken English. The first time she cut my hair, I was thrilled! It has been difficult for me to find someone who styles long hair well. I was so relieved I finally found someone with whom I am happy. She has been cutting my hair for over a year now. Needless to say, I don't think she liked that I got my hair highlighted by someone else. When she cut my hair recently, my hair was being pulled up over my head to get cut and all I know is I saw about 6-7 inches fall to the ground. I thought I was going to start crying. I didn't though. I talked myself through it; it was a new year, a new hairstyle. Hair grows.
I left the salon upset, although she never knew it. I've had time to think about it every time I run my hand through my hair or try to do something with it. I honestly believe my hair strand is in shock and wants to know where the rest of it is. It won't do anything. I feel naked and have realized how much I identify myself within my hair. I'm getting off the subject of what I was thinking. I thought about what it must be like being in their shoes. You see someone who you have done your work on, and know they have been with someone else. I'm sure their adrenaline spikes a little and then they are supposed to cut your hair? They probably feel like they have been betrayed. Where is the loyalty? It would be hard. I'm not upset anymore, well... not as much. I don't like my hair, and can't wait for it to grow.
I will go back to Dora. I think this time... I will bring her a peace offering. Learning some Spanish might help too.
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