No matter who it is breaking up is hard to do. In my case, it’s high time I dump my stylist. I shall refer to her as Megan.
Let me begin by saying that I moved here over five years ago and tried out several stylist before I discovered Megan. She did an excellent job on my hair. Her skills with color were unrivaled, my hair looked and felt amazing, and most importantly, she listened to exactly what I wanted. I know my hair better than anyone. I know it does not do well with layers or an angled front (hello damaged frizzy look). I’ve tried every look in the book, and if I want your suggestions, I’ll ask. Otherwise, let me get what I want. Last time I check, I own this hair, and I’m the one with the Discover card. Plus, your tip is riding on this.
Megan and I had a nice run with an occasional hiccup (such as that time she angled the back of my hair accidentally and I made her straighten that monstrosity out). It all began to unravel about a year and a half ago when I noticed I had to sit and wait for my appointments to begin. Each time, the wait was longer and longer. If I wanted to wait 45 minutes for an appointment to begin, I’d head on over to my doctor’s office. I’d at least expect that.
Then, I referred two people to her and she made them wait for obscene times. One of my friends had simply scheduled a cut, but she had to walk out of the salon without even having the opportunity to sit in the stylists chair because she had somewhere to be. Never make a new client wait an hour to sit in your chair! Geez. I felt stupid for having referred them. At that point, I tossed her Megan’s business cards.
Then, my color was beginning to lack any dimension or vibrancy. Also, even when I used top of the line color care shampoo, it never lasted. I have lost any trust with her coloring abilities. I have more faith in temporary color from Wal-Greens.
Also, her hair cuts are no longer even, consistent, or what I am looking for. I rock a blunt cut, and I know exactly how I want it. Each time I go in, she asks “So, what did we do last time?” Then, she seems confused as I tell her what I want and remind her of what I DO NOT want. The she proceeds to screw it up. Fast forward to me in my own bathroom cutting my own hair with my sewing scissors.
Finally, she is always on her phone. Calling, texting, and checking Facebook trumps anything she is doing. She has a new boyfriend and new drama every time I go in. And, the new boyfriend makes an appearance about 50% of the time. It’s obnoxious. Give me a half hour of your time, Megan.
This past week when I tried to call to book a trim, I couldn’t get ahold of Megan. I was kind of relieved not to get in touch with her. I’m never relaxed in her chair. I’m in a horrible mood whenever I leave her chair anymore. It’s time to break up. Fortunately, my friend has recommended her stylist and she swears that it will be better.
So, a new salon and a new stylist are part of my Saturday adventures. I feel surprisingly good about the change, because relationships just sometimes need a nice clean end. If this new stylist does a nice job, I might return and let her color my mane. Fingers crossed!