Give me a hammer
Jan. 23rd, 2020 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwynWow, this has been a craptacular day. A couple weeks ago, I went to a new hair salon to get my hair cut--I'd let it get longer and scraggly, because I have been increasingly unhappy with my cuts and I was in this really awkward situation where I was seeing someone who's at my old salon most of the time and I didn't know how to ditch her. She had been there for a long time, and I wasn't always super happy, so felt kind of relieved when she left a couple years ago for a new career.
I called one day to get a rush appointment before an event, and they said they'd have me see T, and I was like...surely they can't mean that T, but it turned out her new job had been a disaster and she was back at the salon trying to rebuild her life. Unfortunately, I still haven't been super happy with my hair, but I don't know how you deal with seeing someone else when the stylist considers you kind of theirs and that you have a great relationship (she's a nice person, she actually even checked in with me after my surgery and stuff, but we're not really on the same wavelength). The idea of it gives me such anxiety (the times I was seeing someone else, T kind of gave me a cold attitude when I said hi) that I decided to try a new salon, one that was in my area and had nothing but glowing reviews.
I hated my haircut, it's nothing like what I was hoping for, and I felt like the new stylist was annoyed because I didn't have a clear vision of what I wanted, and seemed frustrated by my requests for guidance--like, I kept asking if the idea I was shooting for was something I could do, telling her about what I'd been trying for, and whether it was a problem with my hair or just the style or what that so far I'd been disappointed. This just feels like I got a guy's feathered style from the '80s, and even when I showed her a picture (which was sort of what I didn't want to do, because I didn't have any luck with that before and wasn't looking to have an exact copy of a specific cut), which had longer bangs, she cut them short again and they're fucking in my eyes all the time. It was not a good fit, but I decided that I'd get a color from her and then not go back--I'm leaving for a trip on Thursday, and wanted to just get that out of the way before I go.
Ha ha ha. I hoped the color would give my fine, thick hair texture, because usually it does. And I wanted to get back to my red, hopefully with a violet undertone instead of yellow. But now it's just brown with golden fucking streak highlights. I fucking hate it, it's so early aughts, I feel like I stepped out of 2003 or something. At least it's semipermanent, which wasn't what I'd hoped for but which she talked me into.
minim_calibre is right that I should go back and ask for it to be fixed, but it provokes a worse anxiety attack in me than going to the doctor. I just want to find a good, modern stylist who won't make me look like a soccer mom and who's in my own part of town. Every time I hear about someone, the place ends up closing before I get there. I know I should just go back to the other salon and find someone else there, but I am filled with dread about seeing my old stylist every time I go in...
And then I came home and found my work computer dead. I've had some trouble with the video card before and lately it's often flickered black for a second, but I can hear the drive working so I don't think it's an innards problem. I had to have the video card replaced back a number of years ago when it was still on warranty, which is what leads me to think that's what failed, but who knows. My big problem is that I can't send from my work mail account from any other device except that one, and I have all my stuff stored on it, like my saved mail, and that sort of thing. I'm absolutely sick about this. It would be fine for long periods of time, so I thought maybe everything would be okay if I took care of it eventually, but it decided to be sooner rather than later I guess.
Plus it's been raining cats and dogs now for days straight. I feel like I'm losing my damn mind. This doesn't even get into the freaking violent allergic reaction to an eye cream I had where my eyes nearly swelled closed...at this rate, I'm expecting something will happen to torpedo my trip.
I called one day to get a rush appointment before an event, and they said they'd have me see T, and I was like...surely they can't mean that T, but it turned out her new job had been a disaster and she was back at the salon trying to rebuild her life. Unfortunately, I still haven't been super happy with my hair, but I don't know how you deal with seeing someone else when the stylist considers you kind of theirs and that you have a great relationship (she's a nice person, she actually even checked in with me after my surgery and stuff, but we're not really on the same wavelength). The idea of it gives me such anxiety (the times I was seeing someone else, T kind of gave me a cold attitude when I said hi) that I decided to try a new salon, one that was in my area and had nothing but glowing reviews.
I hated my haircut, it's nothing like what I was hoping for, and I felt like the new stylist was annoyed because I didn't have a clear vision of what I wanted, and seemed frustrated by my requests for guidance--like, I kept asking if the idea I was shooting for was something I could do, telling her about what I'd been trying for, and whether it was a problem with my hair or just the style or what that so far I'd been disappointed. This just feels like I got a guy's feathered style from the '80s, and even when I showed her a picture (which was sort of what I didn't want to do, because I didn't have any luck with that before and wasn't looking to have an exact copy of a specific cut), which had longer bangs, she cut them short again and they're fucking in my eyes all the time. It was not a good fit, but I decided that I'd get a color from her and then not go back--I'm leaving for a trip on Thursday, and wanted to just get that out of the way before I go.
Ha ha ha. I hoped the color would give my fine, thick hair texture, because usually it does. And I wanted to get back to my red, hopefully with a violet undertone instead of yellow. But now it's just brown with golden fucking streak highlights. I fucking hate it, it's so early aughts, I feel like I stepped out of 2003 or something. At least it's semipermanent, which wasn't what I'd hoped for but which she talked me into.
minim_calibre is right that I should go back and ask for it to be fixed, but it provokes a worse anxiety attack in me than going to the doctor. I just want to find a good, modern stylist who won't make me look like a soccer mom and who's in my own part of town. Every time I hear about someone, the place ends up closing before I get there. I know I should just go back to the other salon and find someone else there, but I am filled with dread about seeing my old stylist every time I go in...And then I came home and found my work computer dead. I've had some trouble with the video card before and lately it's often flickered black for a second, but I can hear the drive working so I don't think it's an innards problem. I had to have the video card replaced back a number of years ago when it was still on warranty, which is what leads me to think that's what failed, but who knows. My big problem is that I can't send from my work mail account from any other device except that one, and I have all my stuff stored on it, like my saved mail, and that sort of thing. I'm absolutely sick about this. It would be fine for long periods of time, so I thought maybe everything would be okay if I took care of it eventually, but it decided to be sooner rather than later I guess.
Plus it's been raining cats and dogs now for days straight. I feel like I'm losing my damn mind. This doesn't even get into the freaking violent allergic reaction to an eye cream I had where my eyes nearly swelled closed...at this rate, I'm expecting something will happen to torpedo my trip.
