What the heck???

Alert! Bad day...

I am so sick and tired of getting my hair cut. It's been about four months since I've been in the salon, and needless to say, I was really, really excited to go. So I get there, sit down in the extremely well decorated waiting area and wait to hear my name called. Usually there is an eager-to-please-for-tips hair assistant that calls out my name, takes me back, and washes my hair while the stylist she works for speed-eats her lunch in the backroom. This time, however, the hairdresser herself came out to meet me. What a nice surprise! She wants to greet her own clients--how professional! NOT.

What I get instead of the usual candy-coated introduction is a meager "Hi, I'm @&#!!*, nice to..."

I didn't catch the rest because she then proceeded to speak to me as if I were the miniature devil on her shoulder that teaches her how to treat new clients. Whatever. I can understand some shyness and mumbling so I let it go.

As usual, what came next was of no surprise to me. She sat me down at the sink to wash my hair, and instead of washing my entire head, she only soaped up the top half. Like the top half that is easy for her to reach. What the hell??? Um, yes, I was at the Jonas Brothers last night, got totally sweaty and nasty, and my scalp would like to be lathered, please--ALL OF IT! I'm not a total bitch here; I didn't expect her to read my mind. I told her all of this in light small talk beforehand. But wait! This shouldn't even matter! I could have washed my hair three times before going in and I still think I deserve a good shampoo when I go in to pay $60 for a cut. So she proceeds to lightly run her hand over the bottom half, and of course I say nothing. I don't know what it was about her, but I felt like I couldn't. Weird, I know. But there are just some people that do that to me. I hate it.

Anyway--I'm proud to say that I used to be the shampoo girl and I was damn good at it. I got rave reviews. I know, not much to be proud of, but shit--this is your job! Take some pride in it. I normally wouldn't waste time writing about Snobby Salon girl and her sucky shampoo if it weren't for her lack of basic communicating skills and the horrid blowdry she gave me. She even had the audacity to blame my hair for her mediocre blowdrying skills.

"Your hair is, like, stick-straight, isn't it? I bet it can't hold a curl for the life of it."

Um, no--you're wrong. How 'bout, "You suck at your job, don't you? And I bet you don't get good tips."

Okay--so the last line didn't even pop in my head til this moment, but still. How dare someone knock my hair cause they don't know how to style it. For the record, I've never left a salon feeling so unpretty in my life. I got dressed up for this! On the plus side-(and there is one) my hair has no more splitties, and the color is almost entirely gone. :0)

So in fairness to Snobby Salon Girl, everyone has a bad hair day, right?