Divorcing hairstylist Mr. Greek…out with the old and in with new

Drama, drama, drama people! And I’m sooooooo over it. I head to a new stylist this morning and promise to tell you all about the whole deal later today….

oh, and she works at one of those salons that uses Aveda products…
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Just got back and I’m feeling FABULOUS!!! I’ve got pics and lots more to say and “unsay”…stay tuned…
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Ok so here’s the story. I’ll try to keep it short…

The first appointment with Mr. Greek was good. He was excited to prove he could do nappy hair and took his time. He did struggle with pricing in the end because it took more time to do than he anticipated. The second appointment went well, too. He worked on adding highlights to my hair and he worked meticulously on it. I say well in a relative context… meaning he was not comfy working with my hair, but he was trying.

After that, things went downhill. The next appointment, I got my color retouched and wanted to also get it trimmed as well as the highlights. He said that he didn’t have time and I really didn’t need my hair cut anyway since I never wear it straight. I obliged…

INTERMISSION…for those of you who can’t stand reading too much without a picture…

BEFORE PHOTO hair appointment #3 with Mr. Greek

AFTER PHOTO hair appointment #3 with Mr. Greek

Now to the rest of the story…

The last appointment, when making the appointment I told the receptionist that I wanted a haircut and highlights. I started blow drying my hair straight and my dryer stopped working so I head over to the salon a little early. He handed me a hair dryer and set me up at another stylist’s workstation and asked me to dry it myself. That was the beginning of being annoyed, but I was staying in glass half full mode. Not to mention looking through the mirror at all the odd stares from clients and stylists that started to make me uncomfortable.

When he called me his chair I said I want a haircut. He said I don’t need one. I told him that I want one and that I haven’t had it cut since he did my hair the very first time. He said I should’ve told the receptionist and it wasn’t on my paperwork. I said I made sure to specify the services I wanted when making the appointment. He said that I had to tell the receptionist that I’m getting a dry cut (meaning when hair is dry) when making the appointment. I stood firm about wanting a cut and said I would settle for a trim. He said he was worried about time since he would have to touch up my roots and do highlights as well.

I really didn’t care and his little ‘tude was getting increasingly annoying now. So he starts to trimming all the while looking having eye contact and focus issues. He then went to the back room to get the product mixed to color my hair. It was taking him longer than normal which made sense because when he returned he said they didn’t have the product he used for my highlights and that he was mad at the owner. I tried to sound understanding (although that’s not really my job). He then started chopping away at my hair some more…I guess transitioning from a trim to a cut…sort of… He asked if I could come back the next day. I couldn’t, blah, blah, blah…

I end up asking him (after much of his huffing and puffing) if he was ok and he said he was and that he wasn’t mad at me, but that it various issues with the salon lately…blah, blah, blah…he’s losing money…blah, blah, blah… He finished my cut. I threw my hair back into a ponytail (no style and didn’t want to kill any more time anyway), paid (mind you that still cost me like $55), and left.

Later that eve as I reflected, I realized that getting my hair done should not be full of so much drama. I’m a tomboy pretty much, and getting my hair done has traditionally been my little girly treat to myself. It’s time that I just sit back and let the stylist take the wheel. At that point, all of the sacrifices and exceptions I was making to get my hair done by him started racing through my head…have to blow dry and flat iron my own hair…oh, no he didn’t hand me a blow dryer in the salon to dry my hair myself…oh, no he didn’t try multiple times to talk me out of services because he didn’t feel he had time…why doesn’t he ever use conditioner or deep condition my hair like I always used to do…why he doesn’t own a wide tooth comb to comb out my hair…why sometimes he doesn’t even come out or even finger through my hair…blah, blah, blah…

He just can’t do nappy hair and is not willing to learn it. I do not have shake and go hair, and he often treats my hair that way.

So, I’m done!