The Apprentise Hair Dresser.
(Sunday).
Stressed. I'm supposed to go to an Interview tomorrow and I know nothing of the company. I'm so nervous that I've got stabs of pain in my stomach.
(Monday).
I'm, annoyed with myself, and that's an under statement. I feel like an Idiot. There's me telling everyone; "I have an interview omgosh wish me luck" And I find out it's not till Wednesday... Instead I'm supposed to go and be experimented on by a Hair Dresser in Training. I somehow managed to confuse the two in my head, just brilliant. Good going Ph00l!
So, it's 1:30pm and I'm sitting out side the college cold as hell. by 1:40 I enter the building and find out that the person who was supposed to meet me there had gone on holiday. Nice to know, y'know?! Finally at about 2pm we get ushered into the 'salon' and get asked what we want.
Now, remember, my hair was a vibrant green and blue, semi-perminant that just didn't was out properly. So they're all like; "Oh my gosh who did your hair?!" *Disgusted face* Anyway. After the initial shock disappeared, I was asked what I wanted. BOMB SHELL NUMBAH TWOOOOO BISHNESS! I want to go a nice dark ish red.
Of course that causes more looks of terror from the apprentise and a lot of "Oh my gosh she wants to go RED!" *Insert nervous laughter and incredulous looks*. I personally don't see the problem. If it had been a 'Do It Yourself Kit' at home, I would have just plonked the colour on. But no, disaster struck this poor girl to be stuck with me and my green.
I get asked if I want it cut (Multiple times) and I say no I just want it dyed (again I had to repeat it to everyone who asked). She looked a little disappointed but the night before my mother had already chopped off my split ends and I totally wasn't going to tell them that I didn't trust them with a pair of sissors. (Man, try saying that word with a lisp).
So they first spent 45 minutes (I kept a close eye on the time at this point) WASHING my hair with bleach, shampoo and conditioner (AFTER they realised my hair was drying up). There were two people doing this to my hair, a guy who seemed to at least know what he's doing, and the apprentise person. The guy was friendly, explained what was going on and what they were going to do and had just done. The apprentise needs to work on her communication skills to say the least.
As I was saying, during that almost petrifying experience (I haven't mentioned this yet but I get extemely nervous at being touched by strangers, it goes hand in hand with my fear of crowds in small spaces) I KEPT BEING STARED AT! Do you know how bleeding fearful it is for someone like me with the above mentioned fears to have all these people stare at you and exclaim their dispair at the state of my hair?! It was mortifying.
The guy then blow dryed my hair which took him 15-20 minutes. HOLY DONUT?! THAT LONG? He even said "Wow your hair takes a while to dry doesn't it". He only heard half of my reply which said "I let it dry naturally". When I blow dry, it only takes me 5-10 minutes, and it's not as if his blow dryer was a piece of junk because it was so hot it felt like it was burning hell into my scalp. But, I kept my mouth shut and sat there like a good little doll.
Then they applied the hair dye which took pretty damned well (I seriously don't know what all the panic was about you know?!) and that was also done by two pairs of hands. Now, the highlife of my tale.
THEY STUCK SOME RANDOM HEAT MACHINE AROUND MY HEAD!! *tremble nervous paranoia* And as if that wasn't bad enough (Quote: "fear of crowds in small spaces". UNDERLINE SMALL SPACES.) the dude discussed with someone else (Who knew how to actually use the machine that was made in the depth of hell) about how this one MOVES and how it would probably burn my face... I FELT SO SAFE. I had to sit in that for about 20 minutes and i was nearly hyperventilating by the time it was taken off.
Unknown "Hunni Cakes <" Adventurous
- 16 years, 2 months, 1 day ago
