Hair Drama

I wanted to get my hair done--the whole works...color, highlights, cut, etc--before Christmas, but I knew my days off were limited. So, Saturday I made an appointment for Sunday at the JC Penney Salon.

My first mistake was scheduling with a new person, but when I made the appointment I specifically said I wanted the stylist to be cost efficient but good. At the JCPS the price of the service is dependant on the level of stylist you have. They set me up with "Brooke".

My second mistake was not making them keep me with Brooke when I arrived for my appointment. As they were checking me in they asked if I specifically asked for Brooke, and I told them no, that's just who they scheduled me with.

Shut up, Stupid.

So they put me with "Daisy".

Don't get me wrong. Daisy is a super sweet girl who ended up doing a good job. I just don't think anyone else should have to go through the inner turmoil for the end result.

Did I tell you my appointment was at 3 pm? I arrived for my appointment and was in the chair at 2:50. At 3:30, I was still sitting in the chair with dry hair and the cape while two other stylists were telling Daisy two different ways of processing my color. I think they totally confused her, so she went and got the salon manager who walked her through what she needed to do and affirmed her in front of me. Had that not happened, I wouldn't have stayed. The other stylists just didn't make me feel comfortable with who I had as a stylist. Everytime one of them walked by, they would ask Daisy if she was doing okay, or did she need any help, or if she needs anything at all they'll be right over there. At times they would ask if she was going to do such and such, and Daisy would say, no we're doing this. They would say "Oh, you are?" in a derogatory way. Daisy didn't back down, then they would walk off like, well, we'll see how that goes, but out loud they would say, "Oh, I can't wait to see how it turns out!"

So finally, the process starts and I become the reception source for every radio antenna in San Angelo with all the foil on my head. The Cowboys are playing, so there are very few clients and three times as many stylists who have nothing to do. So, they began to congregate in the middle of the salon and begin having very inappropriate conversation. I mean, really inappropriate. Like, things I don't want to know about them, or their mate. Much less, things about them with their mate, as compared to their last mate.

And the thing that kills me is that the manager was the ring leader of the conversation!

Are you freaking kidding me????

Inappropriate and unprofessional.

I think they got the hint somehow because all of a sudden they quickly all headed off the styling floor to continue their conversation elsewhere. Poor Daisy was just as uncomfortable as I was. The whole time she's just silently working away on my hair...foil, paint, foil, paint, foil, paint.

One by one, they would all come over to take a peak and see how it was going. Then two stylists decided they needed to camp out beside us and have conversation about the latest diet she was on and how much weight she needed to lose...yada, yada, yada. Daisy's still silently foiling and painting. I'm just sitting there trying to tune them out. Eventually they leave, and I am left to process.

Not just my hair. I am literally trying to process everything that has gone on in the HOURS I am there.

So my color finally gets done (which I love by the way). The other stylists really liked it too, which made me happy for Daisy. Then she begins on the cut. Not exactly what I asked for, but honestly, I think Daisy was so freaked out about the color-thing she was fried. Who can blame her? She did undercharge me for the cut, so I left her a big tip and told her she was doing a good job.

It was 7 pm when I left, which is why we didn't make it to church Sunday night.


So...yeah....HAIR DRAMA!!!!!!