Immediate Red Flag

, , , , | Working | June 28, 2019

(My hair has fallen out from chemotherapy, so I go to a wig place to purchase one.)

Salon Lady: “What color was your hair?”

Me: “Red.”

Salon Lady: “Are you sure?”

Me: “I’m positive.”

Salon Lady: “Let me see your license.”

Me: *shows license*

Salon Lady: “You definitely had brown hair.”

Me: “I’m tired. I’ll have to come back later.”

(Apparently, they card you if you want a red wig.)

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Paid Top Dollar For The Bottom

, , | Right | June 24, 2019

(My mom and I have double-booked with the same hair stylist because I need to have my hair colored. I’m sitting in the hall about eight feet from where my mom is having her hair cut while my dye processes when a woman barges in.)

Client: “You need to redo my hair!”

Stylist: “As you can see, I’m currently with two other clients. If you go back to the reception desk, the receptionist can make you an appointment for another time.”

Client: “No! You will fix your mistake! I specifically asked for permanent color and look!” *points at outgrown roots* “I have grey at the top!”

Stylist: “Yes, it looks like your hair has grown; it has been a month since I last saw you. Like I said, you can make an appointment—”

Client: “No! My hair doesn’t grow from the roots! It grows from the bottom! You’re lying! I want my money back!”

Stylist: “Uh… No. Everyone’s hair grows from the roots. Like I said before, I am with two other clients that have been double-booked. If you want to argue this out, please wait outside.”

(The woman eventually had to be escorted out by the owner of the salon – a sixty-year-old man – because she just kept screaming that her hair grows from the bottom and everyone was lying.)

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Have You Tried Just… Not Being Epileptic?

, , , , , | Healthy | June 23, 2019

(For my first job, I work at a tanning salon. I have had epilepsy my whole life. During the interview, I explain everything to the general manager and the procedures in case I have one at work. Well, the inevitable happens and I have a seizure when it is just me and one coworker, with a store full of customers. One of the customers calls 911 and I wake up surrounded by the fire department. Naturally, I have to take off for a few days to recover. This is the conversation between me and the general manager as soon as I return for my next shift.)

GM: “[My Name], I need to see you in my office.”

(We sit down and she hands me a piece of paper.)

GM: “You need to sign this incident report.”

(I look over it carefully and sign it at the bottom. She looks at me sort of sideways and then continues.)

GM: “Why didn’t you just not come into work that day?”

Me: “Well, it’s not like I woke up and knew it was going to happen. I only have about ten minutes to one hour of warning. And I did call you almost exactly an hour before and told you how I was feeling. You told me to stay.”

GM: “Yeah, I didn’t think it was actually going to happen.”

Me: “Um, okay? Then what do you want me to do about that?”

GM: “You need to get a hold of yourself. I can’t have you seizing out in front of everybody and scaring away my customers. Did you skip your medicine or something?”

(I start to choke up and begin to cry because I can’t believe she just said something so rude, as if I can just control my disability whenever I feel like it.)

Me: “No, I didn’t skip my medicine. These things happen like clockwork every single month regardless, and you were fully aware of that at my very first interview. If I could control it like you seem to think I can, I would never have another seizure again. I can’t believe you just said something like that to me.”

GM: “Oh, don’t be so sensitive. Dry your tears and go clock in.”

(I just looked at her before I walked out of her office. This created a permanent wedge between me and the general manager. Neither one of us ever spoke of it again, and I didn’t have another seizure at work for the rest of the time I worked there. I eventually quit on the spot one day because I couldn’t handle the way she talked down to me like I was some insubordinate. Who would really say something like that to someone?!)

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A Hair Overbearing

, , , , , | Working | May 29, 2019

(I work from home with a toddler and I do the majority of the housework, as my husband works a lot, too. As things get pretty busy, I never get around to haircuts, and I probably only have one or two a year. Because of this, I also tend to just go to any hairdresser rather than committing to a single one. I am nine months pregnant and have just finished having a haircut. Even before the baby, my schedule was pretty hectic.)

Hairdresser: “You look amazing. So great. It’s a great cut.”

Me: “Thanks.”

(Internally, I’m saying that I hate it, but I honestly don’t care because I wear it up all the time and I am super pregnant.)

Hairdresser: “So, do you want to book in again? Let’s say four weeks?”

Me: *gesturing to very pregnant belly* “No, thank you. I don’t know what my schedule will be like. I’ll just call and make an appointment when I want it.”

Hairdresser: “I can make it six weeks.”

Me: “No, that’s cool. Honestly, I often go six months between cuts as I get pretty busy. I’ll just sort it out when I get to it.”

(She gasps at me saying six months, but she just smiles and processes my payment. Time goes on, along comes the baby, and I have just gotten out of the hospital when I get a voicemail asking me to call the hairdresser back. I call out of curiosity and another hairdresser explains she’s confirming my appointment for my haircut the next day.)

Me: *laughing* “No, I don’t have an appointment.”

Hairdresser #2: “There’s a cancellation fee if—“

Me: *laughing more* “Yeah, no. You’re a hairdresser, not a medical specialist, and you cannot charge someone to cancel an appointment that they didn’t make.”

Hairdresser #2: “I can see on my file here you made this appointment when you were here seeing [Hairdresser], and you’re booked in for every six weeks until next year.”

Me: “Have fun with that. I have haircuts once every six-ish months. That appointment I had with [Hairdresser] was the first I’ve ever had there, and she did an awful job. I most definitely didn’t arrange appointments for her to ruin my hair on a monthly basis. Good luck charging me.”

(I hung up. I received a text message later confirming my cancellation of my appointment.)

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, , , | Right | May 8, 2019

(I work in a salon that has a large number of walk-in clients. I don’t have a client in my chair, so I am at the front desk when a lady walks in.)

Me: “Good morning! What can I do for you?”

Client: “Are you busy? I want to get my hair cut.”

Me: “I’m available right now. Let me just enter you into our system. Have you been here before?”

Client: “No, I haven’t… What’s that?” *points at the very large sign with our prices on it*

Me: “What’s what?”

Client: “It says, ‘Shampoo and haircut, $15.97.’” *pause* “Wait. Does that mean I have to pay?”

(She then huffed, rolled her eyes, and walked out of the salon, never to be seen again. I still can’t believe she didn’t realize that we don’t do hair for free!)

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