the disasterous almost haircut...
K, here is a story.. but the resolution has yet to occur so i am gonna leave you all hanging.. sorry.. :D
So last thursday night, my sister and I had plans to get a haircut at a salon we have gone to many many times. My sister had booked us appts the night before with 2 selected individuals.. we had slowly gone through the entire staff and requested that we not have a whole bunch of people... So my sis booked it with these two people we hadn't had yet and we were set. We had two appts at 6:15pm with Mary and Marianna.
I think I should mention at this time, the last time I went there they forgot about me and didn't get to me for an hour and a half.. my mom was soo pissed off with them they gave us a whole bunch of gift certificates to placate her.
So anyway, after scooting down to Don mills and eglington and then back up to 16 and younge, we made it just at 6:05pm. So we get there at the desk and we are like we are both here for our appts. So the girl takes two aprons and leads us to the back and introduces us to our stylists... and what do you know they put one of us with this fat, sweaty, italian pig of a guy whom my sister and i both hate passionately after he cut our hair crooked and we had to go back to get it recut. So my sister goes to the receptionist.. I am sorry but we specifically asked not to have Silvio, and I am sorry if i sound rude, but he screwed my hair last time he cut it. The other stylist was one of the people we were supposed to have Marianna (although she was quite unkempt and her hair looked hideous for her being a master stylist and charging over $50 for a cut).
So she takes us back out front and then tells us sorry but Marianna can only see us in a half hour (btw she was doing nothing in the back when we went there) and that she was the only one available for the rest of the evening, so if we both wanted to get our hair cut, we would have to do it in succession.
My sister was like there is no way i am waiting until 9pm to get my haircut, whatever get yours done I can always come back, you will probably never get a chance to get it done again. So I say fine i'll come back at 6:30.
At 6:30 i go back and the girl takes me to the back to get it washed. She tells me that someone will wash my hair in a couple minutes and that Marianna will be with me in about 5 minutes. So i sit there and wait, and wait, and wait, and wait.. a whole freaking 30 minutes elapses and I am still sitting there waiting to get my hair washed and waiting for Marianna to come and give me a consultation. Nothing not one word from any of the other people there. I sat there getting more and more infuriated. The receptionist comes back and is like oh wait, someone should be with you in a minute. The girl who was supposed to wash my hair was told to wash it and the receptionist left. Another 10 minutes went by (let me mention I was the only one at the back where the sinks were and the girl who washes the hair was sitting there reading a magazine).
I was so freaking pissed off that I did what the only sane person on earth would have done, I got up and walked to the receptionists desk and yelled at her in front of some stylists who were just standing there (as if they couldn't have cut my sisters hair) and in front of some clients. I was soo mad and you know what she did? Nothing abso-freaking-loutly nothing. So I walked away and walked right back again and demanded i speak to the manager, and instead left with a card with the managers name on it.
So now i have to call and speak to the manager, get bloody pissed off again, and I still have not gotten my haircut.
So when I finally get ahold of the manager I shall let you all know what happened. I told them that I would never go back there again (a fact which my mom and dad are exceptionally proud of both my sister and I for walking out and getting mad at them) and the only reason my mom still would go there was because she liked the one person, but if that person were to leave tomorrow she would go with him in a heart beat...
*sigh* people these days...
~Lish
So last thursday night, my sister and I had plans to get a haircut at a salon we have gone to many many times. My sister had booked us appts the night before with 2 selected individuals.. we had slowly gone through the entire staff and requested that we not have a whole bunch of people... So my sis booked it with these two people we hadn't had yet and we were set. We had two appts at 6:15pm with Mary and Marianna.
I think I should mention at this time, the last time I went there they forgot about me and didn't get to me for an hour and a half.. my mom was soo pissed off with them they gave us a whole bunch of gift certificates to placate her.
So anyway, after scooting down to Don mills and eglington and then back up to 16 and younge, we made it just at 6:05pm. So we get there at the desk and we are like we are both here for our appts. So the girl takes two aprons and leads us to the back and introduces us to our stylists... and what do you know they put one of us with this fat, sweaty, italian pig of a guy whom my sister and i both hate passionately after he cut our hair crooked and we had to go back to get it recut. So my sister goes to the receptionist.. I am sorry but we specifically asked not to have Silvio, and I am sorry if i sound rude, but he screwed my hair last time he cut it. The other stylist was one of the people we were supposed to have Marianna (although she was quite unkempt and her hair looked hideous for her being a master stylist and charging over $50 for a cut).
So she takes us back out front and then tells us sorry but Marianna can only see us in a half hour (btw she was doing nothing in the back when we went there) and that she was the only one available for the rest of the evening, so if we both wanted to get our hair cut, we would have to do it in succession.
My sister was like there is no way i am waiting until 9pm to get my haircut, whatever get yours done I can always come back, you will probably never get a chance to get it done again. So I say fine i'll come back at 6:30.
At 6:30 i go back and the girl takes me to the back to get it washed. She tells me that someone will wash my hair in a couple minutes and that Marianna will be with me in about 5 minutes. So i sit there and wait, and wait, and wait, and wait.. a whole freaking 30 minutes elapses and I am still sitting there waiting to get my hair washed and waiting for Marianna to come and give me a consultation. Nothing not one word from any of the other people there. I sat there getting more and more infuriated. The receptionist comes back and is like oh wait, someone should be with you in a minute. The girl who was supposed to wash my hair was told to wash it and the receptionist left. Another 10 minutes went by (let me mention I was the only one at the back where the sinks were and the girl who washes the hair was sitting there reading a magazine).
I was so freaking pissed off that I did what the only sane person on earth would have done, I got up and walked to the receptionists desk and yelled at her in front of some stylists who were just standing there (as if they couldn't have cut my sisters hair) and in front of some clients. I was soo mad and you know what she did? Nothing abso-freaking-loutly nothing. So I walked away and walked right back again and demanded i speak to the manager, and instead left with a card with the managers name on it.
So now i have to call and speak to the manager, get bloody pissed off again, and I still have not gotten my haircut.
So when I finally get ahold of the manager I shall let you all know what happened. I told them that I would never go back there again (a fact which my mom and dad are exceptionally proud of both my sister and I for walking out and getting mad at them) and the only reason my mom still would go there was because she liked the one person, but if that person were to leave tomorrow she would go with him in a heart beat...
*sigh* people these days...
~Lish
posted by LP at 11:44 PM
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