I whip my hair back and forth

Let me start by saying, i love my hair.. like a lot.  When I was little I would always look through those books at the salon and pick out a different hair style, and I would always end up in tears every time we left.  My hair was too short, too choppy, too whatever, I always ended up hating it.  A few years ago I cut my long hair up to my shoulders, I actually liked it for a while, but then decided it was time to grow it back out.  So for the past few years I’ve been growing my luscious locks back out.

With the move to the new apartment/town, I figured that I should probably find a salon here in town where I could get my hairs trimmed.  I picked one out and ventured over there this morning.  I made my appointment for 11 AM, it was the earliest that I could get in.  I got there a little early with yesterday’s ponytail, assuming that I would get a full wash, cut and style.  I mean that’s the point, right?

I was plopped into the stylist’s chair almost immediately upon walking inside.  I thought it was kind of weird that she didn’t take me to the sink, but I thought maybe since it was my first time she wanted to see what I wanted done first.  Well, you know what they say about when you assume.  I told her I just wanted my ends trimmed and showed her the photo I’d brought for how I wanted my bangs to look.

Without washing my hair, she started snipping at my ends.  I’m not really sure that she even cut anything off of them.  Then, only after squirting my bangs with a water spritzer, I thought they only used those for little kid’s or men’s hair, she whacked off the front of my hair.  She commented on how my hair was actually naturally curly, and said it was a good thing she hadn’t sprayed the rest of my hair before cutting it.  Say what?! Even when I was little, my hair was never cut when it was dry. Aren’t you supposed to cut hair when it’s wet??  After hacking my bangs, she dried them, flat ironed them flat to my forehead and asked me if I wanted her to straighten the rest of my greasy, from yesterday hair.  I looked at her and said no.  She asked if I wanted some spray my bangs, since I was moving them around.  I looked at her and said, no, hopefully I can try to make them go…right.  I paid her, didn’t leave a tip, and walked out of the “salon” as quickly as possible, only to burst into tears once I reached the safety of my car.  And, of course, called my mom.

Is it possible that these look even worse in person? I believe it is. (fyi the bangs I wanted picture I found on pinterest.com)

I went home, washed my hair, straightened it and cried some more.  The picture I posted does not even come relatively close to showing how badly these look.  When my sister’s boyfriend came over, he took one look at my hair and his face said it all.  Awful.

But what has this taught me?  I should have asked why she wasn’t washing my hair.  And probably not paid her.  Or maybe just gotten up and left before she could have taken scissors to my locks like a three year old.  I guess I’ll be wearing a headband for a while.


Maybe we all need to be a little more assertive in every part of our lives in order to get what we truly want.  We’re the ones who have to live with the consequences if we don’t speak up.  So, my hair will grow back, but sometimes it’s not that simple.


They say, hey, it’s only human to never be satisfied

While getting my fair share of Vitamin D today, I went back to reading The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. I have been reading it intermittently throughout the summer between fiction novels. My sister recommended the book to me, not because I am unhappy, but because it really is a good, thought-provoking book. It has made me recognize how much I have to be happy for, and how I could be happier than I am just by tweaking a few habits.

Which brings me to my point here – even though I don’t have job right now, I’m optimistic that eventually everything will turn out okay. I am better off than some others. I am fortunate enough to have parents who care about me, and are willing to be supportive of me both financially and emotionally while I figure out what to do with my life. They also support my decision to look elsewhere for employment, even though me moving means that I will be farther away from them. They recognize the need for me to move because there really is nothing for me in our small town career-wise.

Instead of dwelling on things I wish that I had done differently or better during college (hindsight is 20/20), I have decided to stay to positive, and hold the belief that whatever is meant to happen, will. I have stumbled across several articles about best places for college graduates to work, live or relocate; hopefully all of the lists that I have created for myself about these different cities will turn out to be fruitful.

Additionally, by beginning to write this blog, I already feel a little bit better. As frustrating as it is to be jobless after graduation, it is also reassuring to know that there are a lot of people out there just like me. Even though I’ve read the unemployment statistics and all of that blah blah blah about the economy, actually reading other blogs with similar stories as mine make me know that it’s not just me or something that I did. Eventually things will look up, so search on