Last Friday, I went to my local Great Clips location to get my hair trimmed. My hair is very short and always scissor cut, so it was going to be a quick visit. I've been going to this same location for a very long time and my hair has been cut by several different people there as well. Having such short hair, I've never wanted to go to a salon to pay 40 bucks for a trim, but now I'm starting to reconsider.
The stylist had barely started trimming my hair with the scissors when I felt a bit of a sting on the right side of my head. I assumed maybe she had pulled my hair because the pain was minimal. No big deal. Then, she began trimming on the left side of my head and I suddenly felt a much larger sharp pain. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of her comb and it had a large amount of blood on it. She froze, stared at my head for a good ten seconds before dumbfoundedly saying, ';I cut your ear........... it's bleeding pretty bad.'; She finally grabbed a towel and began putting pressure on it. She then said she was going to go get her manager who, at the time, was cutting another customer's hair. The manager came and asked if I could just hold the towel and put pressure on my ear, which I did. The stylists weren't rude, but they genuinely looked like they had no idea what to do. They didn't offer any form of first aid at all. I was able to stop the bleeding, but man, it bled pretty bad. The woman finished the haircut and used small clippers to neaten up the back of my hair and round it off. I felt bad for the stylist because I think she might've gotten freaked out at the sight of me bleeding so badly. I tried to make her feel better about it and understood it was an accident.
The stylist took me up front to pay, but she wouldn't make eye contact with me. She said the haircut was free because she had cut my ear. I acknowledged, and she quickly turned away.
Normally, I would've given this a second thought, but I was battling some pretty severe allergies that day and my medicine was wearing off. I went home, but I started to really think about it and wondered why they didn't fill out any kind of incident report about the injury. I mean, I worked at a grocery store before and we had to fill out incident reports for things as wild as customers causing their own injuries (horsing around, etc). To make matters worse, when my fiance came home, she discovered that the stylist had also nicked my right ear.
Well, my allergies were enough to keep me in bed until Monday. When I came to work Monday, my co-workers noticed this silver dollar sized BUZZED patch of hair on the very back of the left side of my head! I can understand nicking one ear. It's an accident, and it's unfortunate. But nicking an ear, taking a small chunk of skin out of the other ear, and buzzing a large patch on the back of my head? Wow!
I called their corporate office, which was closed, and left a message. I don't want to seek medical attention because although this will scar, it looks to be healing okay. I don't want to get an attorney because I'm not looking to buy myself a new car and get a new wardrobe; that's not me. But I don't feel good about how the situation was handled. Any advice for me? I apologize for the length of the entry, but I wanted to make sure to give the full story. I DO still have my receipt and she did write ';cut ear'; across the top. I've also taken photos of my hair and the injuries. What should I do now?I was injured during a haircut and I don't think it was handled properly. What should I do?
Try presenting this situation to some paramedics at a fire station, to see how to report such a thing, especially about your bleeding. Think they should have been called, and a report taken. Be careful that no real hardship happens to Great Clips by any publicity, but call the coporate office again about it. Since sounds like such a bad haircut was given you, think about everyone else that got bad haircuts just like yours. Stylist needs more schooling and manager will probably be told that by the coporate office.I was injured during a haircut and I don't think it was handled properly. What should I do?
sue them bitches
Well I think you should contact the corporate office and let them know even if your not looking to press charges they still need to know what happened and that they didn't fill out an incident report or have a way to help you.
If you wear your hair short, the slip up she made will grow back. It shouldn't have happened, but accidents happen. Call the corporate office and make a complaint. Don't get all sue-happy and call an attorney like what some other people are telling you. You get what you pay for and in a week of 2 your hair will be back to normal and cut should be healing.
Come on dude. cowboy up,, and go somewhere else. You get what you pay for.
If your hair is that short buy some clippers and do it your self.. they come with guards and your fiance can clean up the edges.
I haven't paid for a haircut in years..
they probably did file a report after you left and this probably happens more often then you or even i realize so they have a different procedure where you dont need to sign the paper i mean you know the risks invovled when getting a haircut. you simply trust the person not to do it to you. my advice ot you is if you like going ot great clips keep going there but keep going to the same hair stylist learn his/her name and when you book an appointment make sure its them that way you know this situation isnt likely to happen agian and you dont have to pay $40 for a hair cut im sorry about your ear :(
I would recomend going to a doctor and talking to your lawyer I mean no mater how nice they are i mean its just not right you can take the money and donate it to charity if you want too hope that helped
-lily
You definately should have seen a doctor and made a complaint then and there... you also shouldn't have paid for it... contact their corporate office again to see what they say!
xx
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Poem I wrote during school today:?
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. I am old hero, older then wacko pervert superfucking man. I am wh*re who seeks experience. Excitement. Curiosity. The only conscious thing in our world is to love and be loved. Seek the hollow thrill. Say how you really, really feel. I am sister of the gods and gods own daughter slaughter. Will you be my daddy? Will you be my girlfriend? The single family who branches out from Rome, to Australia, to Brazil, and Puro, to Africa and Nebraska. Kiss me, the vase, and we can finally die together, I am not afraid. You did everything you could, and everything you felt you should. Patti, doll, you've destroyed me but I love you. Desire is a heat rash, but no illusion. Teeter forever on those golden scales, then sing me into eternity. I wanna be you lover, baby. I wanna be your man. I wanna be your lover, baby. I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours. Day old Joey with gray hair, premature baby cries heart into salt canal. Secluded movie stars, stretch marks on her sagging tired breasts like cake. Cashier boy's Calvin fixed scent lingers deep after hours, take a shower, pick some flowers, stolen change. We're all here now and everything's okay. We're all coming over now, and we won't be leaving right away. Then I fall into a pit. Pit of sh*t and sh*t. Inside of it. I skip like so many school kids, think of when time stops, electricity. I am inside a cartoon and I can't feel a pinch but I like it like that, like it like that, like it like that. These trite, tattern ponchos and scarves say piss and five bucks about me. I grow the fur of an animal under my arms and cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers, supported by, short, grody fingers, blistered pressing wire hangers, scraping pie crust drippings. Place is like a field day scent, latex caricature. Ovens and clamming steel machines like the guts of a clock, tick tockin', rock n' roll, tick tockin', my generation, beating. Can you feel? Stink.Poem I wrote during school today:?
you potrayed public school so perfectly therePoem I wrote during school today:?
This is one of two best poems I've read today. Good work.
you potrayed public school so perfectly therePoem I wrote during school today:?
This is one of two best poems I've read today. Good work.
I asked this question last night, but no one was online. Tell me what you think?
These trite, tattered, ponchos and scarfs say p*ss and five bucks about me.
I cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers
Supported by short, grody fingers
That have been blistered pressing wire hangers downtown, Nebraska
and f*cked real bad scraping pie crust drippings from the bottom of my landlord's gas oven.
I sweep the porch before heading off, Tulsa Welding School,
place's like a feild day scent, latex caricature.
Ovens claming, Tight wound metal devices,
like the guts of a clock,
tick-tockin'.
and studio girls and boys, gather because of collected pompous attitudes,
to share slick, icy gestures
lip-lockin'
without me.
I snort ashes from the thighs of virgins,
And chew the human adrenaline gland.
Clearwater is a perfume luxury,
Fish rot while they're still swimming.
Mexico City
I bought buckets of cheap jewelry
On my visit, to dig for buried treasure,
But I didn't like the weather.
Now I'm back and wearing leather,
Waiting for my umbrella.
The first days are spent comptemplating what I know I know.
A fraction is a division problem.
Mile long one step equations force children over jungle gym tops.
A man owns the river I went down to draw,
';Tresspassing,'; the sign complained,
Holding me back with a silver chain.
I keep on walking.
Instead of water, mud and garbage sunk on the bottom of natural crater
When the silver thawed, swampy pickle trees with thin trunks drooped like tired d*cks,
Exhausted sucking moisture from the soft mother bricks.
Over the gloss and sticky dirt carnival, hurricane disaster,
Plastic bag habitat, Silver man tricks
CLEAR WATER IS A PURFUME LUXARY,
FISH ROT WHILE THEY'RE STILL SWIMMING.
I sat to draw what I saw,
and it all turned out quite charming.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. I am old hero, older then wacko pervert superf*cking man. I am wh*re who seeks experience. Excitement. Curiosity. The only conscious thing in our world is to love and be loved. Seek the hollow thrill. Say how you really, really feel. I am sister of the gods and gods own daughter slaughter. Will you be my daddy? Will you be my girlfriend? The single family who branches out from Rome, to Australia, to Brazil, and Puro, to Africa and Nebraska. Desire is a heat rash, but no illusion. Teeter forever on those golden scales, then sing me into eternity. I wanna be you lover. I wanna be your man. Day old Joey with gray hair, premature baby cries heart into salt canal. Secluded movie stars don't get paid for sagging breasts. Cashier boy's Calvin fixed scent lingers deep after hours, take a shower, pick some flowers, stolen change. We're all here now and everything's okay. We're all coming over now, and we won't be leaving right away. I fall into a pit. Pit of sh*t and sh*t. Inside of it. I skip like so many school kids, think of when time stops, electricity. I am inside a cartoon and I can't feel a pinch but I like it like that, like it like that, like it like that. These trite, tattern ponchos and scarves say p*ss and five bucks about me. I grow the fur of an animal under my arms and cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers, supported by, short, grody fingers, blistered pressing wire hangers, scraping pie crust drippings. Place is like a field day scent, latex caricature. Ovens and clamming steel machines like the guts of a clock, tick tockin', rock n' roll, tick tockin', my generation, beating. Can you feel? Stink.I asked this question last night, but no one was online. Tell me what you think?
uhh are you sure it just wasn't that it's way too long for anyone to want to read? i mean i know i didt read the thing
I cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers
Supported by short, grody fingers
That have been blistered pressing wire hangers downtown, Nebraska
and f*cked real bad scraping pie crust drippings from the bottom of my landlord's gas oven.
I sweep the porch before heading off, Tulsa Welding School,
place's like a feild day scent, latex caricature.
Ovens claming, Tight wound metal devices,
like the guts of a clock,
tick-tockin'.
and studio girls and boys, gather because of collected pompous attitudes,
to share slick, icy gestures
lip-lockin'
without me.
I snort ashes from the thighs of virgins,
And chew the human adrenaline gland.
Clearwater is a perfume luxury,
Fish rot while they're still swimming.
Mexico City
I bought buckets of cheap jewelry
On my visit, to dig for buried treasure,
But I didn't like the weather.
Now I'm back and wearing leather,
Waiting for my umbrella.
The first days are spent comptemplating what I know I know.
A fraction is a division problem.
Mile long one step equations force children over jungle gym tops.
A man owns the river I went down to draw,
';Tresspassing,'; the sign complained,
Holding me back with a silver chain.
I keep on walking.
Instead of water, mud and garbage sunk on the bottom of natural crater
When the silver thawed, swampy pickle trees with thin trunks drooped like tired d*cks,
Exhausted sucking moisture from the soft mother bricks.
Over the gloss and sticky dirt carnival, hurricane disaster,
Plastic bag habitat, Silver man tricks
CLEAR WATER IS A PURFUME LUXARY,
FISH ROT WHILE THEY'RE STILL SWIMMING.
I sat to draw what I saw,
and it all turned out quite charming.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. I am old hero, older then wacko pervert superf*cking man. I am wh*re who seeks experience. Excitement. Curiosity. The only conscious thing in our world is to love and be loved. Seek the hollow thrill. Say how you really, really feel. I am sister of the gods and gods own daughter slaughter. Will you be my daddy? Will you be my girlfriend? The single family who branches out from Rome, to Australia, to Brazil, and Puro, to Africa and Nebraska. Desire is a heat rash, but no illusion. Teeter forever on those golden scales, then sing me into eternity. I wanna be you lover. I wanna be your man. Day old Joey with gray hair, premature baby cries heart into salt canal. Secluded movie stars don't get paid for sagging breasts. Cashier boy's Calvin fixed scent lingers deep after hours, take a shower, pick some flowers, stolen change. We're all here now and everything's okay. We're all coming over now, and we won't be leaving right away. I fall into a pit. Pit of sh*t and sh*t. Inside of it. I skip like so many school kids, think of when time stops, electricity. I am inside a cartoon and I can't feel a pinch but I like it like that, like it like that, like it like that. These trite, tattern ponchos and scarves say p*ss and five bucks about me. I grow the fur of an animal under my arms and cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers, supported by, short, grody fingers, blistered pressing wire hangers, scraping pie crust drippings. Place is like a field day scent, latex caricature. Ovens and clamming steel machines like the guts of a clock, tick tockin', rock n' roll, tick tockin', my generation, beating. Can you feel? Stink.I asked this question last night, but no one was online. Tell me what you think?
uhh are you sure it just wasn't that it's way too long for anyone to want to read? i mean i know i didt read the thing
Tell me what you think?
These trite, tattered, ponchos and scarfs say p*ss and five bucks about me.
I cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers
Supported by short, grody fingers
That have been blistered pressing wire hangers downtown, Nebraska
and f*cked real bad scraping pie crust drippings from the bottom of my landlord's gas oven.
I sweep the porch before heading off, Tulsa Welding School,
place's like a feild day scent, latex caricature.
Ovens claming, Tight wound metal devices,
like the guts of a clock,
tick-tockin'.
and studio girls and boys, gather because of collected pompous attitudes,
to share slick, icy gestures
lip-lockin'
without me.
I snort ashes from the thighs of virgins,
And chew the human adrenaline gland.
Clearwater is a perfume luxury,
Fish rot while they're still swimming.
Mexico City
I bought buckets of cheap jewelry
On my visit, to dig for buried treasure,
But I didn't like the weather.
Now I'm back and wearing leather,
Waiting for my umbrella.
The first days are spent comptemplating what I know I know.
A fraction is a division problem.
Mile long one step equations force children over jungle gym tops.
A man owns the river I went down to draw,
';Tresspassing,'; the sign complained,
Holding me back with a silver chain.
I keep on walking.
Instead of water, mud and garbage sunk on the bottom of natural crater
When the silver thawed, swampy pickle trees with thin trunks drooped like tired d*cks,
Exhausted sucking moisture from the soft mother bricks.
Over the gloss and sticky dirt carnival, hurricane disaster,
Plastic bag habitat, Silver man tricks
CLEAR WATER IS A PURFUME LUXARY,
FISH ROT WHILE THEY'RE STILL SWIMMING.
I sat to draw what I saw,
and it all turned out quite charming.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. I am old hero, older then wacko pervert superf*cking man. I am wh*re who seeks experience. Excitement. Curiosity. The only conscious thing in our world is to love and be loved. Seek the hollow thrill. Say how you really, really feel. I am sister of the gods and gods own daughter slaughter. Will you be my daddy? Will you be my girlfriend? The single family who branches out from Rome, to Australia, to Brazil, and Puro, to Africa and Nebraska. Desire is a heat rash, but no illusion. Teeter forever on those golden scales, then sing me into eternity. I wanna be you lover. I wanna be your man. Day old Joey with gray hair, premature baby cries heart into salt canal. Secluded movie stars don't get paid for sagging breasts. Cashier boy's Calvin fixed scent lingers deep after hours, take a shower, pick some flowers, stolen change. We're all here now and everything's okay. We're all coming over now, and we won't be leaving right away. I fall into a pit. Pit of sh*t and sh*t. Inside of it. I skip like so many school kids, think of when time stops, electricity. I am inside a cartoon and I can't feel a pinch but I like it like that, like it like that, like it like that. These trite, tattern ponchos and scarves say p*ss and five bucks about me. I grow the fur of an animal under my arms and cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers, supported by, short, grody fingers, blistered pressing wire hangers, scraping pie crust drippings. Place is like a field day scent, latex caricature. Ovens and clamming steel machines like the guts of a clock, tick tockin', rock n' roll, tick tockin', my generation, beating. Can you feel? Stink.Tell me what you think?
please join my poetry forum!
kryspoetry.forumotions.com/
thanks!Tell me what you think?
It is amazing, fantastic, fantabulous, cool, tremendous, beautiful.
I thing you should submit it to a newspaper and the'll print it for you if they like it.
I cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers
Supported by short, grody fingers
That have been blistered pressing wire hangers downtown, Nebraska
and f*cked real bad scraping pie crust drippings from the bottom of my landlord's gas oven.
I sweep the porch before heading off, Tulsa Welding School,
place's like a feild day scent, latex caricature.
Ovens claming, Tight wound metal devices,
like the guts of a clock,
tick-tockin'.
and studio girls and boys, gather because of collected pompous attitudes,
to share slick, icy gestures
lip-lockin'
without me.
I snort ashes from the thighs of virgins,
And chew the human adrenaline gland.
Clearwater is a perfume luxury,
Fish rot while they're still swimming.
Mexico City
I bought buckets of cheap jewelry
On my visit, to dig for buried treasure,
But I didn't like the weather.
Now I'm back and wearing leather,
Waiting for my umbrella.
The first days are spent comptemplating what I know I know.
A fraction is a division problem.
Mile long one step equations force children over jungle gym tops.
A man owns the river I went down to draw,
';Tresspassing,'; the sign complained,
Holding me back with a silver chain.
I keep on walking.
Instead of water, mud and garbage sunk on the bottom of natural crater
When the silver thawed, swampy pickle trees with thin trunks drooped like tired d*cks,
Exhausted sucking moisture from the soft mother bricks.
Over the gloss and sticky dirt carnival, hurricane disaster,
Plastic bag habitat, Silver man tricks
CLEAR WATER IS A PURFUME LUXARY,
FISH ROT WHILE THEY'RE STILL SWIMMING.
I sat to draw what I saw,
and it all turned out quite charming.
I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. I am old hero, older then wacko pervert superf*cking man. I am wh*re who seeks experience. Excitement. Curiosity. The only conscious thing in our world is to love and be loved. Seek the hollow thrill. Say how you really, really feel. I am sister of the gods and gods own daughter slaughter. Will you be my daddy? Will you be my girlfriend? The single family who branches out from Rome, to Australia, to Brazil, and Puro, to Africa and Nebraska. Desire is a heat rash, but no illusion. Teeter forever on those golden scales, then sing me into eternity. I wanna be you lover. I wanna be your man. Day old Joey with gray hair, premature baby cries heart into salt canal. Secluded movie stars don't get paid for sagging breasts. Cashier boy's Calvin fixed scent lingers deep after hours, take a shower, pick some flowers, stolen change. We're all here now and everything's okay. We're all coming over now, and we won't be leaving right away. I fall into a pit. Pit of sh*t and sh*t. Inside of it. I skip like so many school kids, think of when time stops, electricity. I am inside a cartoon and I can't feel a pinch but I like it like that, like it like that, like it like that. These trite, tattern ponchos and scarves say p*ss and five bucks about me. I grow the fur of an animal under my arms and cut my own lawn with silver nail clippers, supported by, short, grody fingers, blistered pressing wire hangers, scraping pie crust drippings. Place is like a field day scent, latex caricature. Ovens and clamming steel machines like the guts of a clock, tick tockin', rock n' roll, tick tockin', my generation, beating. Can you feel? Stink.Tell me what you think?
please join my poetry forum!
kryspoetry.forumotions.com/
thanks!Tell me what you think?
It is amazing, fantastic, fantabulous, cool, tremendous, beautiful.
I thing you should submit it to a newspaper and the'll print it for you if they like it.
Help with finding websites about hair stylist and such?
For this project, we have to identify a career and list things about it like this.
EX.鈥?The kind of work or tasks people in the career perform
Hairstylists shampoo, cut, shave, perm, straighten, and style hair or hair pieces. They also colour, streak, and bleach hair, add highlights and extensions, and perform various scalp treatments. In addition, they may trim, shave, and style moustaches and beards. Hairstylists who cater mostly to male clients are usually referred to as barbers.
鈥?The tools, instruments, or equipment they use
These items include brushes, combs, curlers, scissors, clippers, razors, hair and scalp treatment products, and hair dryers. Hairstylists must make sure that their tools of the trade are kept clean and sharp.
鈥?Where they work
Salon, self owned place, mall, etc ..
鈥?How much income they earn and factors that affect their income
Hairstylists usually earn between $10,000 and $45,000 a year, depending on whether they work part-time or full-time. The average salary for a full-time hairstylist is about $25,000 a year. As you become more skilled in hairstyling, your salary may rise.
鈥?The education and/or training needed to get into the career
Some High schools offer courses in hairstyling, which are a good idea to take. Certification usually requires a combination of courses at a community college or private institution, plus on-the-job-training. Education varies from province to province, country to country. In some provinces the minimum requirement is grade 10, while others require a high school diploma. Many people complete their on-the-job training as part of a provincial apprenticeship program. These programs vary in length from 2 to 3 years.
鈥?Where to get more information on the career (e.g. helpful websites)
鈥?What real people in the career have to say about it (what they like or dislike about the career, what advice they have for people who want to get into the career, etc.)
Dislike: ';I don鈥檛 like standing all day long. Being on my feet can be really tiring and even painful, sometimes. The hours can be very long and clients can be very demanding. My income is unpredictable. I can have slow weeks and because I work on commission, sometimes I don鈥檛 make .....
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Anyways, what I do NOT get is this.
鈥?Where to get more information on the career (e.g. helpful websites)
.. So if you can get websites about that sorta thing .. whatever it means, could you please post or atleast answer what they want?
Yeah, ten points to whoever helps most. =)Help with finding websites about hair stylist and such?
Evaluating a career can be a veritable trial, and you desire to be sure that you make the true choice because your career can influence so many areas of your life. A friend of mine during the last couple of weeks had a change of career and he stumbled upon loads of instruction from the website in the box below before making his choice.
EX.鈥?The kind of work or tasks people in the career perform
Hairstylists shampoo, cut, shave, perm, straighten, and style hair or hair pieces. They also colour, streak, and bleach hair, add highlights and extensions, and perform various scalp treatments. In addition, they may trim, shave, and style moustaches and beards. Hairstylists who cater mostly to male clients are usually referred to as barbers.
鈥?The tools, instruments, or equipment they use
These items include brushes, combs, curlers, scissors, clippers, razors, hair and scalp treatment products, and hair dryers. Hairstylists must make sure that their tools of the trade are kept clean and sharp.
鈥?Where they work
Salon, self owned place, mall, etc ..
鈥?How much income they earn and factors that affect their income
Hairstylists usually earn between $10,000 and $45,000 a year, depending on whether they work part-time or full-time. The average salary for a full-time hairstylist is about $25,000 a year. As you become more skilled in hairstyling, your salary may rise.
鈥?The education and/or training needed to get into the career
Some High schools offer courses in hairstyling, which are a good idea to take. Certification usually requires a combination of courses at a community college or private institution, plus on-the-job-training. Education varies from province to province, country to country. In some provinces the minimum requirement is grade 10, while others require a high school diploma. Many people complete their on-the-job training as part of a provincial apprenticeship program. These programs vary in length from 2 to 3 years.
鈥?Where to get more information on the career (e.g. helpful websites)
鈥?What real people in the career have to say about it (what they like or dislike about the career, what advice they have for people who want to get into the career, etc.)
Dislike: ';I don鈥檛 like standing all day long. Being on my feet can be really tiring and even painful, sometimes. The hours can be very long and clients can be very demanding. My income is unpredictable. I can have slow weeks and because I work on commission, sometimes I don鈥檛 make .....
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Anyways, what I do NOT get is this.
鈥?Where to get more information on the career (e.g. helpful websites)
.. So if you can get websites about that sorta thing .. whatever it means, could you please post or atleast answer what they want?
Yeah, ten points to whoever helps most. =)Help with finding websites about hair stylist and such?
Evaluating a career can be a veritable trial, and you desire to be sure that you make the true choice because your career can influence so many areas of your life. A friend of mine during the last couple of weeks had a change of career and he stumbled upon loads of instruction from the website in the box below before making his choice.
How come hairstylists never listen to their customers?
It really cheeses my fries.
Whenever I go to a salon to get my haircut, they ask me what I want and how I want my hair cut, styled, etc.
I'll tell them in precise, clear words how I want stuff.
But then, when they're cutting my hair, they do the complete opposite of what I told them!
Why is this?
My hair isn't hard to work with and the texture of it is normal and yet, they never do what I ask. I don't get? Is it hard to follow orders or something?
I just feel like hairstylists only cut your hair how THEY want it even though it's YOUR hair that they're cutting. I guess it doesn't matter, right?
All I wanted was a fade and the back cut straight across and then she started doing all of these things I never told her to do. I kept on having to remind her every 5 seconds but she still didn't listen. I felt like it was pointless because she just wanted to do it her way. But this happens a lot and I see it a lot, too.
I realize everyone's hair is different and not all of their wants are going to get met because it may be unrealistic for their hair texture but it just seems hairstylists only do what they want to do to someone elses hair and I find it to be very rude.
And this was Supercuts. I've been in high class salons and it's still the same procedure. I think it just matters on their opinion and not yours. They charged me $17 bucks! I mean, for a fade and everything? It only requires clippers! It's so easy but I don't know how to do it because I don't want to ruin my own hair, you know? But if you're a hairstylist, clippers seem to be a dream to work with... and she used scissors but it wasn't forever.
I ended up giving her a $20 and told her to keep the change because I'm nice.
Thoughts?How come hairstylists never listen to their customers?
I agree with you. I even take pictures in with me each time. One time I had a picture from the front, and one from the side. I asked for her to put in layers, just like the picture. Instead, she cut it straight across in the back (far too short) and left it blunt. when I asked why she didn't do it anything like I had asked, she said, 'I don't think that would look good on you.' Like, why didn't she say that in the first place!? I could have gone somewhere else and got it done right.
I think they like having that control over you.How come hairstylists never listen to their customers?
trust me. i know EXACTLY what you mean. i remember asking for about an inch off of my hair one time and they cut off like 4 inches! i have to pay about 35 bucks for a hair cut. i complained once but they seem to be getting better. (:
well people are probably saying ';Give me this give me that blah blah blah'; and he/she doesn't want to deal with any more customers so she might be getting rid of you
OR
He's/She's life has been really tough and they are really stressed
That's what I think
Whenever I go to a salon to get my haircut, they ask me what I want and how I want my hair cut, styled, etc.
I'll tell them in precise, clear words how I want stuff.
But then, when they're cutting my hair, they do the complete opposite of what I told them!
Why is this?
My hair isn't hard to work with and the texture of it is normal and yet, they never do what I ask. I don't get? Is it hard to follow orders or something?
I just feel like hairstylists only cut your hair how THEY want it even though it's YOUR hair that they're cutting. I guess it doesn't matter, right?
All I wanted was a fade and the back cut straight across and then she started doing all of these things I never told her to do. I kept on having to remind her every 5 seconds but she still didn't listen. I felt like it was pointless because she just wanted to do it her way. But this happens a lot and I see it a lot, too.
I realize everyone's hair is different and not all of their wants are going to get met because it may be unrealistic for their hair texture but it just seems hairstylists only do what they want to do to someone elses hair and I find it to be very rude.
And this was Supercuts. I've been in high class salons and it's still the same procedure. I think it just matters on their opinion and not yours. They charged me $17 bucks! I mean, for a fade and everything? It only requires clippers! It's so easy but I don't know how to do it because I don't want to ruin my own hair, you know? But if you're a hairstylist, clippers seem to be a dream to work with... and she used scissors but it wasn't forever.
I ended up giving her a $20 and told her to keep the change because I'm nice.
Thoughts?How come hairstylists never listen to their customers?
I agree with you. I even take pictures in with me each time. One time I had a picture from the front, and one from the side. I asked for her to put in layers, just like the picture. Instead, she cut it straight across in the back (far too short) and left it blunt. when I asked why she didn't do it anything like I had asked, she said, 'I don't think that would look good on you.' Like, why didn't she say that in the first place!? I could have gone somewhere else and got it done right.
I think they like having that control over you.How come hairstylists never listen to their customers?
trust me. i know EXACTLY what you mean. i remember asking for about an inch off of my hair one time and they cut off like 4 inches! i have to pay about 35 bucks for a hair cut. i complained once but they seem to be getting better. (:
well people are probably saying ';Give me this give me that blah blah blah'; and he/she doesn't want to deal with any more customers so she might be getting rid of you
OR
He's/She's life has been really tough and they are really stressed
That's what I think
How do you buzz your own head?
I hate going to the harbor shop, mostly because I don't want to pay money for something that will grow back and I will have to pay money again. A friend of mine who has moved, would cut my hair since he was good at it, and when I swam I would use a 1'; on my clippers and just go all the way. Well my girlfriend doesn't like when I do that, she says I look like a badass and she don't like that, go figure I thought girls like bad boys. O well I' am not too much into impressing any girls, I just need to clean up my head a bit, cause its a mess. How do you go about cutting it your self? I've done it before, using like a 4 or a 5, but I always wanted to know what would happen if I would go with a five all around, and then a 4 in a back of my head, and then down to 3 near my neckline?How do you buzz your own head?
4 or a 5? thats not buzzed! 1 or a 2 is buzzed. I always cut my hair like that (buzzed). Ive cut my hair a few times and its not that hard unless you dont have mirrors then it will be hard. Harder is to do the edge-up especially in the back. i suggest just go to get it cut. it saves all the time and work
4 or a 5? thats not buzzed! 1 or a 2 is buzzed. I always cut my hair like that (buzzed). Ive cut my hair a few times and its not that hard unless you dont have mirrors then it will be hard. Harder is to do the edge-up especially in the back. i suggest just go to get it cut. it saves all the time and work
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