Don't See ____ at ______.

I don't want to be accused of ruining the career of some terrible stylist at a hair salon that I won't mention (if you really want to know, I'll tell you in person). Can't be too carefree on what you say on the internet. What I will tell you is that this person gave me the worst hair cut/blowdry of ALL TIME. I know that Matt has some pretty horrific hair cutting stories but this one is not only a really bad hair cut, it turned out to be a really creepy experience.

So yesterday I went to Pearlridge to visit the Satellite City Hall & do some pre-work-starting shopping. I also decided that it was time to try to fix the embarrassing hair cut I got the last time in March. Anyway, I got this guy. At first I thought, "well, on tv all the really good stylists are men. maybe I'll have good luck with this guy."

It started out fine. Really high pressured water with the shampoo but other than that, a good start. I told him I wanted to blend my layers while keeping the length. What starte out normal, turned to be a heart-pounding nightmare. Here are a few things that made this experience blog-worthy:

1. He couldn't get the angle to cut my hair right. He kept having to reach around my face until he realized that he could easily turn my chair or turn his arm.

2. Once, I saw him pick up some hair & then cut the air.

3. Another time, he picked up some hair & begin to cut, nearly missing some hair that had got caught (thus, he almost cut a big chunk off!).

4. He kept putting his tools down. First the comb, then the scissors, then he couldn't figure out what he needed. He fidgeted, unsure what he was supposed to do next.

5. HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO BLOW DRY MY HAIR! After much failure trying to grab my hair with the round brush, he concluded that the best way to get the hair on the brush was to toss it and dry whatever fell on the brush. Sometimes he blew some hair, sometimes just the brush, a few times he blew my face.

6. After he "dried" it, he began to randomly pick up my hair and cut more strands off.

7. He didn't check for symmetry at the end. This morning I realized that one side was longer than the other.

8. He ended by busting out the flat iron. At this point I was terrified that this was another tool that he didn't know how to use. My thoughts and fears were confirmed when I saw him toss some hair up & then he tried to catch it with the extremely hot plates, snapping it shut near my very tender scalp & face. He couldn't even style that right because if flipped it out (in a bad way) and only did the top layer.

9. The most chilling part of this whole experience was in the middle. He was running the comb through the top my head (my hair was wet and therefore, when he was doing this, I knew my hair would tangle at the bottom). I remember I was thinking, "what the heck is he doing now?" when all of a sudden his hand jerked and spasmed right above my boob! It was like he goosed my chest! I got really freaked out and my instinct should have stopped him right there but I kept telling myself that I had imagined it or it was an accident. I didn't want to be rude (backwards I know).

To end my long blog, I will conclude by saying that I ended up going to the store in my town and having it fix by a very competent stylist who I wouldn't mind having cut my hair again. However, I had to cut it shorter. She did say that my hair cut was not even at all (which made me feel like my suspicisions were true). This is a before and after picture. I can't even do this story justice writing it in a blog but I am so peeved that this person (who I've seen working before) is so horrible at what he does and the shop that he's at, has not figured out how much he sucks.