Rage Against Suburban Zombie-ism
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
I am finally getting a bloody haircut!!!
[Now Playing: M.I.A.'s "Jimmy". Not too hot about the album as a whole, but I'm diggin' this track!]
After months of schedule conflicts, working at some crazy Film Fest, hairdresser going on vaca, I finally scored an appointment!
(You do not realise how long I've been putting my hair in a micro ponytail, affixed with the bobby-pins to either side.)
A month ago, I met this hairdresser who said that she worked for a large salon in Toronto. (Again, I'm purposely omitting the details here.) I told her that I was in dire need of a haircut, but couldn't for the life of me get an appt. with my usual hairdresser.
She seemed nice and said to contact her and she'll slot me in. So that's what I did.
Bitch txt me back and says that her fee is $50...cash. I msg'd the friend who I was with when we met the hairdresser and gave him the follow-up. He said, "$50 is pretty standard no?...Did you think that she'd do it for free?...Besides her hair was ratty!"
YES, $50 is standard. NO, I didn't think that she'd do me for free, but I'm literally paying her $50, sight unseen.
Okay, who cares 'cause I'm gonna get my hair cut by my usual hairdresser. The only risk is the style. Sure, I may end up leaving the salon lookin' like a retarded adult/a 5-yo, but I'll be a happy, retarded adult/5-yo...with a haircut.
I'll never cheat on my hairdresser again!
posted by Stephania at 1:04 pm
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