Long, wine-fueled update ahead. ingore any tpoys.
So, remember that nice, if a bit prim and dull, professional business haircut I had in that nice business photo? I went back to the very same guy who did that last time, asked him to do it again. I told him I had a job interview, I told him I wanted what he'd done before.
He stood back, examined my head, and announced, "I think the back should be shorter, don't you?" I agreed that the back could be a bit shorter than it WAS at that MOMENT, because it was way grown out. He took a razor and began shaving the back of my head.
To make a long story short, I have a totally different haircut now. The good news is it isn't prim and dull! The bad news is it's not at all what I wanted and I hate it, and I am in search of a new hair stylist. I am fine with really short, I am fine with drama, but this is really short without the drama, and he started whacking away at the back of my head with the razor before I had a chance to weigh in on his plans. Once he launched on the back of my head, we were pretty much negotiating what to do with the rest of it, and I am NOT happy with the results. That guy is fired with extreme prejudice.
And the WORST part is that I didn't realize how much I hated my hair until I'd paid him for it. I thought it was a bit too short, but hey, I'd style it myself and it'd be FINE! He'd put some product on it that made it very soft but a bit flat, and I honestly thought I could work with it, and it would be fine. Except I got up the next morning and washed my hair and tried to style it and realize that it's not FINE, it's very far from FINE, it's fucked up to the extreme, I have nothing to work with, and I think I look like a middle-aged prison matron. I am trying really hard to think it isn't as bad as I think it is. My daughter claims she likes it, but I think she is just sparing my feelings. I hate it. It is way too short to fix. It will be too short to fix for at least a month, maybe two. I am relying on extensive use of styling product to fluff it into something that looks sort of like an actual style. I am SO PISSED. SO VERY, VERY PISSED.
And, oh yeah, I have a job interview in the morning, and another one possibly later this week. There's that. I get to walk into a job interview looking like Bertha the prison matron.
I have been putting out feelers now and then in development world, and the other day (before disastrous haircut) I had a random email from a random resume I'd sent in NOVEMBER, from a small company right near home, and then a headhunter called me about another thing on Friday, so there are things I might do instead of what I'm doing.
I enjoy residential real estate very much, I love my broker to pieces, but I'm not making enough money. Our inventory is very, very low, we have buyers but nothing to sell them, and wannabe sellers who don't want to bring a check to the closing table. If you want a new home, oh boy, I have great options for you, but resales are thin on the ground.
I got a referral yesterday and called the man. A very sweet-sounding, older sounding gent. He wants to buy a place north of here. His price point? Under 30K. Oh, and he doesn't want to spend too much on fixing it up. I tried to gently tell him that this was going to be a challenge, without actually saying that that would get him a tear-down shack in the middle of nowhere. Sigh. Heavy Sigh. And I am me, so instead of not calling the guy back or telling him it was impossible, I told him I'd get back to him on Monday afternoon and talk to him in more detail and find out more about his situation, because I am a Real Estate Volunteer Social Worker. Send me your hopeless cases! I will feel personally responsible for this guy! I will find out why he wants to buy something and figure something out for him, and probably not make a dime off it. And that is my business lately.
See why I'm looking for a job working for somebody else for a paycheck again?
In other news, my daughter's job stress caused her to break out in shingles, at the ripe old age of 29, so I can't really whine too much around her.
Yoga, walking, knitting, job interviews and waiting for my hair to grow. That's the plan for February.
I feel your pain---I went to a new girl at my usual salon a few weeks ago, and after I sat down in the chair and started chatting, I found out she is my new neighbor. My hair is an unholy mess, but I didn't want to say anything to her since I don't know how long I'll be living two doors away from her. (Someone, NOT me, called the police about their barking dog right after they moved in, and I'm not so sure she didn't whack up my hair on purpose just out of overall spite.) My dad used to say "the only difference between a good haircut and a bad one is two weeks," but what does he know? At least she left me with enough to make a ponytail, which I will be doing every day until I can get this hot mess grown back out and retrimmed.
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I hope your daughter is feeling better soon.
Oh, girl. So sorry about the hairstylist fail. And good luck on the interviews.
ReplyDeleteWear a littl more makeup than usual...eyes, lips. Play up your assets.
ReplyDeleteAngieSue - that's exactly it, I broke out the eye shadow and lip color (normally I wear Bare Minerals, mascara, and chapstick). And I did coax a style I like out of what's left of my hair, so I can live with it. Not that I really had a choice.
ReplyDeleteBrenda - my daughter decided to go back to a chin-length bob, and it took 3 tries to get an actual hairstyle. The first attempt was basically lopping off the ponytail, no style at all. She finally found somebody at a new shop that cut in some layers and long bangs, and it's very cute. I don't have enough hair left for another attempt, but I did figure out how to manage it. Easy? Hah!
ReplyDeleteYikes! It makes you wonder what they are teaching hairdressers in school and what the licensure requirements are. The salon was very clean---do they only have to learn about hygeine and sanitation to pass through school and be licensed by the state?
ReplyDeleteSorry about that rotten haircut. "Edgy" seems to be in, in the salons. and, they will always cut it shorter than you want it. I haven't entrusted my hair to anyone since I was 16. Hope girl Child is feeling better soon. Shingles are nasty!
ReplyDeleteShingles are very, very nasty, and I had my bout at a 'sensible'(67) age, retired from work, no small child to care for. My only 'complication' was that at the same time my father (91), in care with Alzheimer's, decided that was a good time to fall and break his left 'hip'. Came through the hip replacement surgery like a trooper. Three weeks later 'forgot' that he was not allowed to stand unassisted. Stood, fell, and broke the left femur just below the hip implant. Came through THAT surgery, but ten days later the pneumonia and morphine got the better of him. Still miss him, and still wish his last days had been gentler.
ReplyDeleteSpeedy recovery, Girl Child,
Gae, in Callala Bay
If I'd been given an "Edgy" haircut I'd be freaking delighted! I even told him, as he was whacking away at the back of my head, that I wanted something fun and edgy - as long as we were going this short, go for it!
ReplyDeleteHe responded, "Oh, that's not a professional downtown law firm haircut!" (AS IF HE WOULD KNOW!) and gave me Bertha the Prison Matron. Eff Him.
Gae, apparently the only good thing about getting shingles at 29 is she's able to tough it out like a trouper. She's off work because there is a risk of contagion and she works with small children who may not have had the CP vaccine, and about halfway through recovering.
Brenda,
ReplyDeleteYou can teach techniques and sanitation, but you can't teach style. If I could go to AVL every six weeks so my fab stylist DiL could cut my hair, I would. Former Hair Guy owns a big successful shop, but he's just too damn bossy. I didn't appreciate how he decided for me what would be a suitable downtown haircut without so much as a by your leave.
horrible horrible - but you did make me laugh with the real Estate Volunteer Social Worker status.
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