It all started yesterday at about 4:00. My hairdresser, Naomi, called and said she was sick and couldn't cut my hair. I was very disappointed. Ever since I was little, I tried many different hairdressers, and Naomi was the only one who did my hair exactly as I pictured it. I thought I would have to cancel my appointment and re-schedule, but my mom said I could get it done by someone else who worked at that salon. She said I could get it done by the manager, one of the best hairdressers in somewhere or other. Surely that wasn't so bad. Maybe he would be better than Naomi. I went anyways because I had an appointment for my eyebrows too.
I got to the hairdressers at 5:30 with a magazine and a picture of what I want my hair to look like. I got my eyebrows done and they looked pretty good I guess. Then I went back to wait for my hairdresser to be free. When he was done, he came over and my mom told him I was disappointed Naomi couldn't do my hair. He told me I needed to try new things. I showed him the magazine picture and he said "If this is all it takes to make you happy, then it will be easy." I don't know how but I could tell this guy wasn't the famous manager. He also told me my hair would be in a messy disarray. I told him that was fine.
He washed my hair and then I went to sit in the chair and he took out his scissors. He showed them to me. They were multi colored and said "man made" on them. He asked me if it was a good start, to start with good scissors. I told him yes, when really I didn't care. I wouldn't care if people used 20-year-old scissors or a potato peeler to cut my hair for that matter, just as long as they make it nice in the end.
He started cutting and It looked fine at first. He chopped off more and more and I realized that he was making it extremely messy-like. Then he chopped off my bangs and I wasn't very happy with him. He was done though and I told him I liked it, even though I didn't (I didn't want to be rude). He told me to go blow dry it myself while he did Lauren's hair. (As I said, not very professional). I tried to fix it while Lauren was getting hers done. It was no use, I was going to need scissors and a straightener at the very least. There was no way to completely fix it the way I wanted because he chopped off about 2 inches more of my bangs than I would have liked.
When he was done Lauren's hair he came up to me to make sure I still liked my hair cut. I told him I did. He told me it looked exactly like the picture in the magazine. I just nodded my head when in reality, the girl's hair in the picture and I looked nothing alike. He seemed proud of himself for making me like someone other than Naomi. Yeah right, now I'll probably never go to anyone other than her.
When I got home I realized how much of a mess my hair really was (and not in a good way). I took the scissors and tried to fix my bangs because if I would have had full bangs, they would have been in a "V" shape (longer in the middle than on the sides (he couldn't even cut a straight line)). I asked my mom if this guy was the professional and she said no. HA. I knew it. He was a terrible hairdresser, though Lauren's hair looked alright. I straightened out my bangs to make them look longer. I would have been a better hairdresser than him.
Maybe I will consider being a hairdresser. Maybe not. But I will never let him do my hair again!
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