Those of you that have been following my musings, will know of my hairdressing dilemma. How to break in a new one that I… like.. trust… can get to easily every 3 weeks… and that I can communicate with (especially given my vocal limitations).
I found ‘Ms J’ and, while she will never be able to ‘fill the scissors’ of my old super-hairdresser… she is lovely and ticks most boxes. However…there is a new dilemma.
You see, she has a school-based apprentice working in the salon, who is a shocker….surly, unfriendly and really really ROUGH.
The first time I was treated to her fingers at the basin, I found myself wishing that I was having hot pokers stuck in my eyeballs… but I cut her some slack because she was so young and new.
The second time I was hoping for an improvement, but alas no !… More pain, less gain and the best part of a salon visit had been reduced to torture.
I finally found the courage to have a quiet word with Ms J and was happy (but not surprised) to hear that many had gone there before me. PHEW …I wasn’t imagining it… and it’s not just ME that she doesn’t like.. she really is awful at her job, and yes… she is ‘being encouraged to do better’
THAT was 3 weeks ago.
So tonight I went expecting to find a slightly less aggressive approach with the suds …(I even dared to look forward to it)… You can imagine my disappointment when she jumped in and started ripping at the roots while scrubbing the same spot round and round in circles for what felt like 2 minutes of sheer agony. By the time we progressed to conditioner, to her credit, she did ask ‘is that pressure ok?’ … so I guess you could say that’s an improvement.
Having survived the basin Ms J asked me what I thought, so I replied that perhaps she should encourage her young charge to consider a career change….as a hairdresser she would make a great accountant (or anything really, as long as it doesn’t involve touching another person).
Wonder Years 