Joe Dirt

Have you seen the movie, Joe Dirt with David Spade in it?

Well, that was me...after a trip to the hairdressers on Saturday.
I could have passed as his twin, & thank God for my boob job, or there'd be trouble workin' out who was the female twin!

I am not joking, or even slightly exaggerating.

I went in, with a picture on hand, of exactly the style that I wanted, & came out looking like I have a fucking mullet!!
(Which was no resemblance to the picture I took in, either.)
I had been so relaxed after the head massage stage, with the shampoo, (& this I say is deliberate that they do this!) that I looked up, & reeled in shock when I saw just how short the hairdresser had cut, into the side of my hair.

I also had a fringe...thing...that I had specifically requested not wanting at all.
I pretty much had the attention of everyone in the salon, when I voiced my opinion of what she had done.

The lady who had been cutting, stepped back & looked at me very seriously, then said,
"I'm going to get someone else to cut your hair" in a tone, as though she was trying to pass me off as being a difficult customer.
(If that was her impression of difficult...ha! She aint seen nothin' yet!)

The owner of the salon came over & assessed the damage, & called in another girl, who really is a great cutter, to try & fix it, but, it really looked shit.
I just wanted to get the hell out of there, & go somewhere to cry.

I'm pretty sure they realised it was pretty fucked up, because a few of the staff made really fake compliments, like, "Wow! The colour is fantastic" & all I could do was half heartedly nod, (no way was I going to cry there!)
Yep...& yellow is just the colour this year!
Thats how brassy the foils were.

Ended up getting out of there, & called Jamie,to find out where he was, (as he & Jayden had left when I went in to get hair done)
Got to the carpark, as my poor husband returned to pick me up, ( they had gone to another shop further down the road while waiting for me) & the poor bugger was met with me trying to talk but just crying..
"I hate my hair! Look at it! Blah blah blah..." don't even recall what the hell I was saying.
He seriously didn't know what to do...poor bugger.

I knew I probably should have gone back, & said I really hated it, but I didn't even want them to touch it again.

Only now can I laugh though, I seriously have never cried from a haircut before.
I have had times where I've kinda gone, "Hmmmm, I don't really like it" you know? ... but never, have I felt the way I did this time.

But now it's fixed, (almost, totally!) & I'm all happy again...(Thank God! I hear my husband say??? haha)
Still am working on the colour & will go back tomorrow or Friday, to have it done....then, I will be a happy little vegemite!

The salon I went to to fix it, has actually done numerous fixits on clients of the other place, but reckons they had not seen anyones hair in as bad a state as mine was.
They recommended that I take it to the Dept of Fair Trading, & are going to give me invoices to back it all up.
And bloody oath, I will.
The lady should not be cutting hair....we'd all get around lookin' like Joe Dirts!

xxTxx