Hair Drama

I've always said that no matter how poor I may be, I will always have good hair and designer jeans. Even if it means selling plasma or something. I refuse to sacrifice in those two areas.

I'm great on jeans - I have built a decent collection over the years and it's what I usually get myself for Christmas. It's not just about the label on the butt pockets...and if you own nice jeans you will understand this...They just fit better. Much better. I can wear them with a $5 top from Old Navy and feel confident.

But hair. Every 7 weeks I get a little stressed about hair. I was not blessed with a shade that can be left alone to its own devices. No, I have to get highlights put in on a regular basis in order to be considered at all attractive. Dishwater blonde is not the stuff dreams are made of. And hair expenses add up.

Well, I thought I had found a way to get my highlights and cut done for $20, keeping both my hair values and budget in tact.

A lady I work with found this guy who was graduating from a renowned hair school and her cut and color looked fabulous. He had done a couple of other friends of hers and they had great results too. He only charges for the color since he is still in training.

I was supposed to have my regularly scheduled hair appointment two weeks ago but canceled it and booked this guy on that same date. Then, what do you know, two days beforehand the appointment got canceled. I can't even remember why. I was moved to the following Thursday. This was supposed to be in some fancy salon he got hired at where he was allowed to do his own hair on certain nights. I hated having to wait a few days, but okay.

Well, that got canceled too. Because, get this, after his Sunday afternoon appointments, he got called in and told (by the salon) that they didn't want him bringing in "those kind of people." They wanted more of the millionaire trophy wives sort of clientele. He couldn't stand the snobbishness of that place so he left, thus leaving him without a place to do my hair.

I was very upset that I had to go through the weekend with 2 inch roots. I had to help throw a baby shower on Sunday and I felt like I might as well be holding a cigarette and a can of beer as white trash as I looked with my two-toned hair. (I'm sure I just offended someone out there with that statement so I will apologize in advance. I didn't mean you.)

My appointment was rescheduled for a third time to today, back at the hair school. It was a for sure thing. I couldn't wait. My husband was taking a half day just so I could make the appointment.

I should mention that I'm a little emotionally fragile today. Not sure why, just feeling a little teary. Don't look at me the wrong way.

My co-worker (who has been doing all the scheduling for this hair guy) comes to my office and says, "What's the worst thing that could happen to you today?"

NOOOOOOOOO!

Yes.

The hair school did not have him scheduled and he will not be able to do my hair. He said he could do it at my house or at his apartment tonight. (Rylan has a soccer game. Husband is not crazy about this plan. I want to get my hair done in a FREAKING SALON!!! Is that so much to ask????)

I started bawling. I felt like such an idiot, it's only hair. But people, you have messed with my hair 3 TIMES now. I have had it!

I called my husband, still sobbing, and he told me to make the appointment with my normal hair stylist and forget this guy. So I did. And I know that when I show up Thursday afternoon that she will be there waiting for me.

I tried. I really did. I was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. It just wasn't meant to be.