I am not one of those women who get my haircut every other month or obsess about the color/cut. I color at home and get a cut about twice a year, sometimes less. Well it was my kids decision to send me for a cut for mothers day. Sweet huh? Once I had the kids secured with an adult I decided to go on in. I had been having a particularly bad day as usual and really was excited to get some me time. I drove by a couple of our local salons and they were all packed. So I decided on my least favorite one, it too was packed but had several stylist and the shortest wait. As I sat in the lobby waiting for my turn I noticed that everyone checking in was requesting the same lady. I then noticed the lady who cut my hair last year, she was very sweet but did a terrible job. I wasn't too worried, I mean after all what was the odds of me getting her again?
After 20 minutes or so the manager and that lady(names Maria) stepped up to the checkin counter to discuss who was next and I heard Maria ask if she could go home. The assumed manager said "no, its way too busy." Mary politely explained that it was her day off and she had come in and had been there all day, she was tired and quite frankly just did not want to cut anther head.
I felt for Maria however I thought that conversation was completely inappropriate since we the customers were two feet away and heard the entire thing! The manager told Maria "just give me one last cut and then you can go." Maria smiled and said "ok but give me an easy one."
You guessed it....she got me! Damn!! I was immediately disappointed not only does Maria suck but she made it clear she did not want to cut anymore hair. I tried to think of a way to get out of it but could not think fast enough. Again let me say Maria is so nice. I reasoned that if she sucked that bad surely others would have complained and she would not still be here a year later.
Because I was stressed and irritated I paid extra for a hair wash. When you pay for a hair wash it is supposed to involve a head massage and a really good washing. Well Maria slapped some shampoo on my head and rinsed it right out. It took her about 1 min or less. My mood worsened as we headed over to the cutting chair. She asked what I wanted and lucky for me the girl cutting hair beside Maria had exactly what I wanted. Just cut off the dead ends and add lots of layers. I pointed out that the girl next to me had exactly what I wanted and since my hair was longer then hers she had lots to work with.
As I watched Maria switch scissors many times and really concentrate on cutting randomly throughout my head I felt that maybe she wasn't giving me what I wanted. I reminded myself that she was the stylist not me and maybe she was getting to the end result in her own way. 30 minutes later Maria shouted "beautiful! you're gonna love these layers!"
I looked in the mirror and did not see what she was referring to. She handed me a mirror and spinned me around to see the back as she went on and on about how fabulous it was, quite proud of herself. When she asked me if I liked the back I lied and said yes. I didn't see anything that even closely resembled what I had asked for but I gave Maria the benefit of the doubt. I thought maybe b/c it was wet I could not see it and once it dried I'd be as delighted as Maria was.
Well Im not. I hate it. I do not know what in the hell Maria did. I have some crazy style. The back of my head has one huge layer that flips out!!! WTF!! The front is angled and straight and the whole thing looks like some jester from the kings court a century ago. The worse part is its too short for me to go back and have someone fix it. AGGGHH
Maybe I'll post some pics of it so you all can have a good laugh.