What a way to go! (part deux)

So after having  a very down 1st day of the year, i decided that I was going to call the salon and give them a piece of my mind. The front desk girl answered, told me that the owner would not be back until Tuesday but heard my complaint and sympatized. She remembered seeing me all screwed faced and just knew that I was unhappy with my cut and could not understand why the stylist would do me so wrong. She said that she would talk to the stylist (which I told her not to) and would have the owner call me. Well a few hours later the stylist calls (damn front desk girl) and asks how my hair is doing. I was like “not good at all, i’ve been pretty much crying since I left the shop, this is NOT what I wanted. Her response: “Well i’m convinced that it is the cut that you told me you wanted, i’m very sorry. I’m not sure if i’ll see you again, but if so i’ll make it up to you.” First of all, what that hell you mean you’re convinced? huh? I’m convinced that i can fly, but if i push off of a ledge, trust me I will drop straight to my death. Just how does she plan on making this up to me? She has the special hair version of Chi pet for human hair? Because other than that…kick rocks! As for seeing me again, hell to the no! I’ve already made an appointment for another stylist in the shop (on her day off might I add, don’t want her cutting her eyes at me while i’m getting my hair styled).

I came into work today and everyone likes the cut. I mean, it’s not horrible kids and at some point i’ll even grow to like it, but when  you have an idea of what  your hair should look like and end up with something totally different, nothing can fix that pain you feel deep down inside.

It’s day 2 of 2009 and i’ve now put that behind me and plan to move on to positive thinking. today begins my countdown to Vegas…18 more days to go!

Happy New Year Kids…

P.S. excuse any grammatical errors