PART TWO of my HAIR SAGA

PART TWO:
where was I?
AH yes.
The consultation was about to begin. circa… 11:00.
A half an hour after my appointment should have begun.
so they’re running a little behind schedule. it happens.

I tell her my hair woes and my requests and my future plans (length.)
and she says. “okay, I’m with you. Sit tight, I just have to find my learning leader.”
Minutes pass, and she returns with this spicy, control-y lady who takes over the consultation entirely. I did feel a bit more confident about the entire process though, and was glad she was there.


It is now…  approximately 11:15, and she’s taking me over to get my hair washed. ELEVEN FIFTEEN. My appointment was scheduled at 10:30. In the normal world, I would be DONE BY NOW.

This is when the tweeting began. In an attempt to direct my impatient energy elsewhere.

By this point, I’m hungry. And annoyed. I’ve given up all hope of walking out of this place with my head held high. I’m considering all the different ways I can hide my hair until it grows out, hats? a massive amt. of bobby pins? I just keep seeing the hair fall.

And I didn’t have a lot to begin with.

The learning leader returns, makes some adjustments and gives her the go-ahead to start drying my hair. And so it begins.

I have a lot of hair. And it’s wavy crazy curly. It takes a long time to dry. I tried to tell her this. I tried to warn her.

The learning leader came back to show her a trick to “tame those baby hairs” and it worked, I was impressed. But as soon as she left, little miss sylist lady went back to doing things her way, definitely doesn’t know how to take instruction well…

Once it was “dry” she began to section my hair to straighten in. Again, the learning leader came back and showed her another method to get the “hard to straighten areas” which again, worked and is something I used this morning on my hair. I took something away from it. But did my stylist? No, of course not.

Please notice the time stamp of that update. 12:34. I’ve been in this woman’s hands for two hours. TWO HOURS.

Every time she left to “get product” or “find her learning leader” I straightened my own hair. I fixed parts she couldn’t get to lay flat, and straightened my bangs. Because she was moving at a snail’s pace. And I operate at a much higher speed. And I wanted to leave before she “had theory at one”

HOLD THE PHONE. You’re not sure if you’ll be done by ONE???

Give me the straightener and go to your class. I have no use for you anymore.
Of course that didn’t happen.

And I suffered through the straightening process.

And the learning leader came over at the end and helped thin out the places that I was concerned about and did the final finishing. And, really.. I’m happy with the result. My hair is in good shape and in the end, I got what I was hoping for. But they should have paid me. For my time, and for using my head as an educational learning tool.

Three hours is BEYOND UNREASONABLE for a haircut. FOR A HAIRCUT.

THE RESULTS:

 

After all that, I’m happy.

And I went over to the Moyer’s & had Rett help me “shake out all of my impatient energy” and we got lunch and had a fun afternoon.

But wow was it a long morning.