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@kiara--watson
adamaestjames:
The entitlement of some people just knows no bounds and I am forever stunned by this.
I think most clients feel that they are always right and that we would do anything to keep their business. Entitlement knows no bounds.
melodyspearce:
I don’t necessarily believe there’s anything wrong with that. As long as you’re enjoying it, it doesn’t matter all that much what it is you’re doing. And sometimes home is better. Less people to deal with can be nice. Thank you, I hope so too. There’s nothing quite like being in your thirties and having to live at home with your parents.
Honestly, though living with your parents for as long as you can, isn’t a bad idea. I mean then you won’t have to pay an enormous amount of bills. Then adulting wouldn’t seem so bad.
melodyspearce:
Why’s that? No time, or no desire? No luck on that front, nothing has quite met my standards. I’ll be viewing a few tomorrow though, so I’ll have my fingers crossed.
I don’t know what it is. I just became a homebody. Like I go to work, then come home and cuddle on the couch watching Netflix. I don’t know when I became someone who doesn’t hang out. I hope the apartment hunt gets better for you. I hate that whole process, but I once you move in and unpack, things start to look up.
billsellers:
Obviously the chemicals of that bleach she got elsewhere gone straight to her head. The nerve of some people.
Ha, yes it did. Some customers feels so entitled, and I’m happy to help out, but refunding a job you did at home is not happening. But I guess that just comes with the territory.
billyboygapattack:
What an absolute cheek. I Hope you told her where to go
I wish. I bit my tongue, fixed it up at a discounted price. She’s a regular and I have this thing to keep them happy. But I was cursing her out in my head.
captaindharps:
It’s still going, technically? It is getting there, though. I have had some help and have more willing to, so it will get done. Not that I’m too sure hat I’m doing with the extra space.
It’s always better to have extra space, then be cramped with no space. You can always make the space your special place. Just corner it off and do what you absolutely want.
mercedesamayajones:
What did I just read? How in the hell…I mean in what world…
Yea, I wish I can say that this was an isolated incident, but nope. Just another day at the salon. How have you been Mercedes?
therowsmythe:
I usually have a red eye and flavor that, but something about having it black does wonders in waking me up. If you want a recommendation for a good drink, I can always vouch for Cotton Eyed Joe.
I should try it again with my adult palate. What you once hated as a child, you may actually enjoy as adult. I have to admit that I googled Cotton Eyed Joe and all that came up was a band and an album, and I was a bit confused. But then I googled Cotton Eyed coffee and the espresso came up. I wondered if the name of the drink is named after the band? But anyway, thanks for the recommendation.
captaindharps:
I- what the fuck?
Yea, wish I was making this up. But this happens at least once every other month. And it’s always the regulars.
freetobemarshall:
Okay, that was a whole lot of “nope” in one post. No. Just no. I don’t know how you do what you do, I would’ve had so many words for her, I’d have had to go to church after. Have mercy, I don’t know what is wrong with people these days. Please tell me you at least gave her the what-for.
I wish I can say that this was a one time incident, but nope. I see this a lot and all I do is tell them no refund, but I’ll fix it for them at a 10% off. It’s a compromise. Have to keep the regulars happy somehow.
So this lady with dark brown hair down her back comes into the salon and ask for a trim. No problem, I cut less than two inches off. Her hair was still past her shoulders when she left. Three days later, she comes back into the salon with bright orange, frizzy hair that is some how up to her chin.
Customer: “You need to give me a refund for the cut, a refund for the bleach job–” *Which we didn’t color or bleach or put any chemicals in her hair.* “–and you need to fix the bleach and tone it! Oh, and you need to pay for my extensions!”
Me: “Why would we refund you on a color job we didn’t do?”
Customer: “Because you’re too expensive for color services and if you were cheaper I wouldn’t have tried to do it at home!”
Can’t make this stuff up,
Wow me. What have I missed? And dear God, someone please tell me where the best place is to grab a drink. Apartment hunting starts tomorrow and being back in my childhood home with my parents is a bloody nightmare. I could certainly use a little liquor to take the edge off.
I wish I can help you there, but I haven’t had a decent night out in forever. Any luck with the apartment hunting?
Okay so I KNOW it’s not even October yet, and I should 149% give spooky season it’s full measure of attention (especially because I don’t have any costume ideas yet, what is this travesty??) —
— But I just got my first commission specifically for Christmas, and now my damn fool brain has decided it’s ALL CAROLS ALL THE TIME. Thirty-minute rock block, no commercials, hope you like Bing Crosby.
(Not the first time I’ve wished there was a mute button for my head, definitely won’t be the last.)
This doesn’t surprise me. I’m a Christmas carol all year kind of girl myself. But people normally wait until the day after Halloween. I wonder if he person who commissioned just loves to get prepared for Christmas months i advance.
Is it possible to be excited for fall and cool weather but miss summer already? I swear I go through this little dilemma every year. Although I know once all the holidays come up these blues will be a distant memory. Please tell me I’m not alone though.
You are definitely not alone. I love summer weather and wearing summer dresses and shorts, but I’m also looking forward to wearing cozy sweaters and leggings. And the best holidays are coming up, so I definitely get it. But the way time is passing, summer will be here again before you know it.
I don’t mind moving. I’m a master of packing Tetris and dad has been a huge help, even if my old man doesn’t like taking orders from his kid. What I hate is unpacking and figuring out where the fuck to put everything in a new space. Like, I have way more space than I ever did at Quantico, what do I do with it?
Also… does anybody want cupcakes? I was avoiding unpacking and ended up with way too many.
So, how did unpacking go? I hate packing and unpacking and usually pay for people to do both for me. Leave it up to me and I would keep everything in boxes. Did you get some help?
Black coffee is just the thing I need to push me through this stack of paperwork my lovely father put in front of me. Now’s time to comb through and try not to pull my own hair out while doing so.
People actually drink black coffee? I thought that was something that only happened in movies. I tried black coffee in the 2nd grade as part of some festival the school was having, and I think it scared me forever. Never drank coffee again until about last year. And it had to be flavored with three packs of sugar. Anyway, I hope you get through everything.
So I was today years old when I learned that Aiden not only likes girls, but he has a thing for older women…should have known all that flirting he tends to do. So we watched Disney Channel, you know mommy-son time, and the ever fantastic Brand comes on screen. Now I met her before Aiden, so he had never met her. But she starts singing, and Aiden is transfixed on her. He doesn’t look away from the screen but goes, “Mommy, who is that?” So I say, “That’s Brandy.” And he smiles and goes, “I love you, Brandy; you are my girlfriend now.” I am at a loss as to what to say at this point… this boy is 5 going on 20, and I am not here for it.
I could have told you that. Every time he’s in the shop, he can’t stop flirting with my stylists. You have a ladies man on your hands. Anyway, who doesn’t love Brandy? He got some good taste!
