|Why I hate getting haircuts
||[Jan. 26th, 2010|03:49 pm]
P. N. Elrod
Just so you know, I'm fully aware of how PETTY this is, but If I don't vent I'll pop, and there's enough mess in my house.
Okay-- I accept that I can't afford to get a decent hair stylist. It just ain't in my budget.
I also accept that it is a crap shoot every time I go to the Cheap Cuts at the local MegaMart. C'mon, if they were any good at the job they'd be working at a better joint. (I've gotten lousy cuts at the better joints!)
I accept that.
Be come ON. When I walk in with THREE pictures front, side, and back of the style I want and the cutter can't seem to come even close, I have a right to be annoyed.
But hey, let's add insult to the injury and REALLY piss Pat off. The cutter not only gave me a look where for the next three weeks I'll be mistaken for Zippy the Pinhead, but asked if I wanted it blow dried.
Silly me, I forgot to ask if that cost extra. I thought she was just being nice so I wouldn't catch cold when I left the store. When it came time to pay up and I questioned the higher charge, she gave me one of those looks that informed me I was a moron for not knowing.
Too bad for her. The money I so carefully budget that would have gone to her tip--I tip well when I can, even for a bad haircut, knowing that it could certainly be worse on a future visit--went to pay for a blow dry & "styling".
How the hell much styling can be done on a disaster that's a millimeter off from being a Marine buzz cut??? Not a lot, but boy, do they charge for it.
The good thing about this is that today I learned to say NO to any suggestions from a "stylist". Those can be expensive. I really should have known better, but I'm just too damned trusting of people who handle sharp objects around my head.
The other good thing is that though I'll have to return in a few months to another cutting crap shoot, chances are good the same person won't be there. I HAVE had good cuts at this place, but not today. If you come to my house and notice sheets covering the mirrors, it is not because I've turned vampire, it's because I can't stand to look at myself.
I'd just wind up pissed all over again and grinding my teeth, and I need those for other things, like chewing nails for fun.
Please, do NOT recommend some place to get my hair done, there's not enough left on me to cover a scabby gerbil.
You are so funny and I am so sorry that you got a crappy haircut. I trust them so little that its been two years since my last haircut! Hugs!
Thank you. Sympathy accepted and greatly appreciated.
Getting some chocolate into me before I start plotting the overthrow of the Earth.
Serious swilling from my stash of booze will have to wait for later.
I'm with alexandrablume it's been more than 3 years since I've had my hair cut by a so called professional. Last time I did it myself over a year ago and it sill turned out better then when I over paid for it.
Oh man. If I were you I'd file a mega complaint with the manager. In this crappy economy, managers bend over backwards a lot of the time to right things and keep customers. So if you mention this to them, they might offer you a coupon or free cut (when your hair grows back out) or something. If they *don't* want to do anything to make it right, then you could and should always report them to the Better Business Bureau.
So sorry that's happened to you.
It's just not worth my time. It will grow out. My prob is I'm so danged nearsighted I can't see what damage is being done as it's happening. Once my glasses are off they go mad!
What griped me was paying extra for the completely pointless blow dry/styling. Her loss. The money went to the store, not her tip.
As an equally short-sighted person, I know exactly how you feel. I harbour a suspicion that anyone not quite as blind as us can't possibly understand how it feels to sit in the haridresser's chair in the middle of a big fuzzy blur.
At least I have the consolation that I don't look too bad with a shaved head, and if all else fails I can employ the razor at home to 'fix' whatever they do to me. Also I have a large collection of spiffy, knitted-with-love hats/skullcaps/touques and a rather dahing fedora to camouflage the damage.
I hate when that happens. When I went for my last haircut, I told the stylist that I was growing my hair out and only wanted a little trim. I emphasized that I wanted to keep enough hair to tuck behind my ears. Did I leave with any hair tucked behind my ears? Of course not. It took me another six months to get back to where I'd been the day before that haircut. Now it's been over a year and I desperately need another trim before I get some serious split ends, but I'm terrified. Is there a stylist anywhere who actually means a quarter inch when she says a quarter inch?
I've only really ever liked one stylist -- she didn't do quite what I expected either time she cut my hair, but both times it looked good, which is quite the accomplishment -- but the third time I tried to go to her I was told she'd MOVED TO SPAIN.
Great for the Spanish. Anyone you see there with good hair...
*sigh* your cute little rodent in the icon has more hair than I do!
My condolences! When I was erratically bald from chemo, I really adored turbans and scarves (I let my kids play with the wig they gave me) and got really creative with ones I made myself. That's led to my "weird hat" collection that I sometimes wear at cons.
Oh, ouch, I'm so sorry. I'll take this as a cautionary tale to never go short...with long hair, even if they cut an inch, it's still long. That said, I can't justify $45 just to trim my hair and style it, so I've been doing it myself for years. Even do my bangs. All else fails - hats!
I'm so sorry!
Hugs and commiseration,
Oh poor pat! I'm so sorry you got a bad haircut.
I can relate, I've actually not gotten my hair cut for a long time because I'm never happy when I leave a salon. Good, bad, expensive, cheap, it doesn't matter, I'm not happy with the results. I guess I've given up. =\
Here's to hoping you get what you want next time.
Sorry about the bad haircut. I can sympathize. I once went in for my twice annual haircut (let it grow, cut it off, repeat as needed). I always have to stress that I want it cut short. So there was a new person running the hair cuttery. I told her I wanted it short. Really short.
By the time I realized just how short she was cutting it, I had no choice but to let her finish.
I walked out looking like I had just gotten my first boot camp haircut.
I like to contribute to locks of love every year or so. Last time, I requested the usual 10 inches, he took 17 inches! How do I know? He handed the hair back to me to take home and deal with myself, unlike every other hairstylist I've ever had.
Bleh. Next time I go in, I'm bringing a ruler.
Better luck to us both next time. :)
I haven't had a good cut since, oh, 1986. I found a guy at the mall not far from where I worked who was good. Sadly, their salon went terribly upscale ("do you want a glass of wine?") and I just couldn't afford it any longer.
There's a lady at a place near me who does a good job, but I don't know if she's still there. Last time I went I got a guy who kept repeating "I'm going to make you a star" as he cut away. The result was awful. He cut Kid's hair, too. Said the same thing. Did a crappy job. After we got home we decided he was saying "style" instead of "star."
And people wonder why, at my age, I prefer to pull my hair back in a ponytail. This is why.
Ugh. *sends cyber chocolates*