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cut your hair

my hair has been getting really nasty looking lately. i mean, i wash it daily and all that jazz, but i haven't had it trimmed in forever. when i don't keep it trimmed and tidy, the shit starts to grow all kinds of crazy ways. flipping out and flipping in. wavy ends. wavy ends,

so since i had the day off today, i decided to head on into the salon. now, this is not one of those "$60 for a wet cut" jobs. it's just a small little place where, for about $15 dollars, you can get a cut and maybe a little blow dry action.
i'm not expecting any kind of miracle when i go into this place;
however, what i do expect is to be seated in front of a stylist who will at least pay a little attention to what i want done to my hair.
really, i'm not asking for much. i just don't want nasty hair, and lately, i haven't been too concerned about pleasing anyone, so this place shouldn't be such a bad deal.
okay. now that's out of the way . .
i went into the salon and put myself on the waiting list (c'mon now, you didn't think this place was by appointment only?), and as i was seating myself down, with magazine in hand, i looked up to sort of scout out the stylists. there were only three today. two seemed cool, making good conversation with their clients while still paying attention to the hair, doing a seemingly nice job,
but one . . this one guy, who had the station in the back, he just didn't seem like ... just didn't seem like he was with the program today.
first of all, the man's face looked like he had been beaten during a bar brawl the night before, and then i happened to notice that whenever he talked (and he wasn't talking much), he sounded severely congested and kept sniffling the whole time (go to the back and blow that nose!),
so already, having been in the place an entire three minutes, i knew exactly whose hands i did not want to fall into - rocky balboa with the runny nose.
thirty or so minutes went by, and before i could finish my ren�e zellweger article from last month's W magazine, my name was called from the list,
and of course, i knew the voice that called.
yes, i will be falling into the wrong hands today.
just like i was always destined to be paired up with the most disgusting boy in class, whether it be squaredancing or chemistry lab, today was no exception.
stylist #3 cut my hair.
turns out that the reason why his face was all swollen and sour was because he had a tooth infection and was in horrible, agonizing pain. turns out that he had been fighting a nasty head cold for the past two weeks. turns out that he really didn't want to be there cutting hair today.
okay. fair enough,
but don't tell your customers that!
my goodness, was i glad to hear that he didn't feel like cutting hair today . . was i ever. (?)
sheeeesh.
anywho. i told him how i wanted my hair cut. i wanted it stacked in the back, and i wanted to keep the front long. right. that's easy enough.
no. must not have been, for he butchered it to hell and made me look like mushroom head all over again. he gave me a bob, and i had clearly said, "no," when asked earlier, "do you want me to bob it?"
no.
no no no.
so my hair's still wet, and he says, "how's that look?"
i thought to myself . . .looks like a bob,
but i felt so bad for this man, even though he really shouldn't have been cutting my hair, and well... it really is just a 12 dollar hair cut. he went on to blow dry and all, and off i went, mad at myself for not speaking up about the new bob, handing him a $3 tip as i walked out the door.
yeah, i know. shouldn't have done that. shouldn't let sick strangers with tooth aches walk all over me,
but what was done was done.

i came home and sat and hated my hair. i had to change it. i knew what i wanted to do with it. i just wasn't sure if i could trim the back properly, so i got mark to come over and talked him into cutting the back. i promised him that i wouldn't freak if big chunks were missing. really, i didn't care. if it ended up looking like shit, i was just going to go to another salon and get it fixed anyways.
mark agreed, and i must say . . it's all very snazzy. i love it. where he left off in the back, i went on to do the sides and front, and it's wonderful. i was having so much fun cutting that i almost didn't want to stop.

i will never go to another salon.

at least not for a long time. ha.

if only i could figure out how to teach myself to cut the back, then i'd be set.

and now . . some bad photos.

9:53 pm - Tuesday, Jan. 15, 2002

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