Time for a style change...
I discovered yesterday that I totally and inexplicably HATE my hair, as well as all of the other stylists at the salon. I can't believe that it took me over two years to come to this conclusion, but I do—I absolutely HATE my hair—and I hate all the stupid stuff I have to up with everyday because of my hair. Unfortunately, it's not easy to change your hair—it takes a lot of time and effort to find new hair—you have to interview for new hair (sometimes a few times), and of course, new hair isn't always what it's cracked up to be, but after yesterday, I think I'm ready to start looking for new hair in ernest.
Yesterday morning, my hair was fine. No problems, but then the salon manager called me into a meeting, and told me that she didn't like the way I was doing my hair, and that the people I work with would start to follow my hair trends, and she didn't want that—apparently, blinking and yawning are considered bad hair practice and show disrespect. It doesn't matter that her hair looks like crap b/c she doesn't even know how to do it—but she has the nerve to try to tell ME how to do MY HAIR? Let me tell you—I was NOT happy. Of course, this hair situation has been culminating for months now—because, to be honest, I'm bored with my hair. I do the same thing to it every day. There's no change. It's the SAME THING every single day. And I'm tired of it. I know that I won't be going anywhere with this particular hair—and to be honest—I've stopped caring and even trying. What's the point, when my hair provides no opportunity for change?
And the worst part—the salon manager—yes, the mgr of the salon I do my hair at—was asking for a listing of 50 abbreviations for the stars on the flag—b/c apparently, she doesn't know them. how do you NOT know abbreviations for 50 stars? WTF—but I'm pretty sure that while I take a break from my hair next week, I'll come back to the salon after labor day and find out that all h3ll has broken loose, and of course, it will be my fault—and the salon will probably kick me out of my hair—which solves the problem of wanting a hair change—but doesn't help pay bills until that new hair is located. ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm stuck in hair h3ll—and there is no escape. :(
Yesterday morning, my hair was fine. No problems, but then the salon manager called me into a meeting, and told me that she didn't like the way I was doing my hair, and that the people I work with would start to follow my hair trends, and she didn't want that—apparently, blinking and yawning are considered bad hair practice and show disrespect. It doesn't matter that her hair looks like crap b/c she doesn't even know how to do it—but she has the nerve to try to tell ME how to do MY HAIR? Let me tell you—I was NOT happy. Of course, this hair situation has been culminating for months now—because, to be honest, I'm bored with my hair. I do the same thing to it every day. There's no change. It's the SAME THING every single day. And I'm tired of it. I know that I won't be going anywhere with this particular hair—and to be honest—I've stopped caring and even trying. What's the point, when my hair provides no opportunity for change?
And the worst part—the salon manager—yes, the mgr of the salon I do my hair at—was asking for a listing of 50 abbreviations for the stars on the flag—b/c apparently, she doesn't know them. how do you NOT know abbreviations for 50 stars? WTF—but I'm pretty sure that while I take a break from my hair next week, I'll come back to the salon after labor day and find out that all h3ll has broken loose, and of course, it will be my fault—and the salon will probably kick me out of my hair—which solves the problem of wanting a hair change—but doesn't help pay bills until that new hair is located. ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm stuck in hair h3ll—and there is no escape. :(
posted by ~ruthie @ 11:55 AM
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