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I've been moving around the country for many years, one of my biggest headache is to find a new hair styler in a new place. I'm very particular on hair - admittedly kind of picky, so once I found a good styler, I would be loyal to him or her till I move. From NYC Astor Place's Dominic to Bay Area Stilo's Sasha, I've gone to both of them for years......
For some reason, I'm stll looking for my perfect hair styler here in So. CA. It's almost too expesive to go up to Bay Area every 2 months for color and cut -(well, which I did for few times already out of desperation)..... So I started to go to Michael near Focus Plaza (See Smalln's articlue on Michael: http://www.wretch.cc/blog/smalln5683&article_id=8698645). My whole families go there, Mom, Dad, Smalln, Steve and even Samuel. I seemed to be the only one complaining....
Every time after my visit, I would complain and promise myself that this will be my last visit. My color faded after few washes, too much layer that makes me look like FOB. I was not a happy customer. However, I keep going back becuase convenience of the location - most importantly, I don't know where else to go.
After another horriable hair color last time, I finally made up my mind and decided to try a new salon near by this Saturday. I was actually looking forward to it. My hair is getting really long, and I need a fresh cut for my BIG meeting on Wednesday. Mom was being a good sport - she went there first on Friday to try the guy out.
Although I can't really tell the difference between this new guy and Michael since Mom's hair is way too short.....too much layer. Dad has been teasing Mom the whole weekend -he called her a "no- hair doll" just like these two dolls.
Anyway, I arrived on time for my 2:30pm. The place is tiny an busy with few customers waiting. I let the front desk lady knew I am here and she asked me to wait a bit. I picked up a bunch of magazine and sat at the waiting area. I finished one magazine after another, and still waiting. I seemd to be invisable to them- and 30 minutes later still not my turn yet. I was pissed. I really need a color and a cut TODAY. I called Michael and luckly he can take me right away. I told the front desk lady that they can cancel my appointment ( not sure if they really care anyway), and walked out the salon. I headed to Michael across the street - I guess for certain reason my hair keeps dragging me back to Michael. Well, I think he did a better job this time- maybe because he is sick of listening me vent
Maybe it does pay off to give someone a second or thrid or forth chance.
During the hot summer day, a short and freshly colored hair does make me feel better!
For some reason, I'm stll looking for my perfect hair styler here in So. CA. It's almost too expesive to go up to Bay Area every 2 months for color and cut -(well, which I did for few times already out of desperation)..... So I started to go to Michael near Focus Plaza (See Smalln's articlue on Michael: http://www.wretch.cc/blog/smalln5683&article_id=8698645). My whole families go there, Mom, Dad, Smalln, Steve and even Samuel. I seemed to be the only one complaining....
Every time after my visit, I would complain and promise myself that this will be my last visit. My color faded after few washes, too much layer that makes me look like FOB. I was not a happy customer. However, I keep going back becuase convenience of the location - most importantly, I don't know where else to go. After another horriable hair color last time, I finally made up my mind and decided to try a new salon near by this Saturday. I was actually looking forward to it. My hair is getting really long, and I need a fresh cut for my BIG meeting on Wednesday. Mom was being a good sport - she went there first on Friday to try the guy out.
Although I can't really tell the difference between this new guy and Michael since Mom's hair is way too short.....too much layer. Dad has been teasing Mom the whole weekend -he called her a "no- hair doll" just like these two dolls.
Anyway, I arrived on time for my 2:30pm. The place is tiny an busy with few customers waiting. I let the front desk lady knew I am here and she asked me to wait a bit. I picked up a bunch of magazine and sat at the waiting area. I finished one magazine after another, and still waiting. I seemd to be invisable to them- and 30 minutes later still not my turn yet. I was pissed. I really need a color and a cut TODAY. I called Michael and luckly he can take me right away. I told the front desk lady that they can cancel my appointment ( not sure if they really care anyway), and walked out the salon. I headed to Michael across the street - I guess for certain reason my hair keeps dragging me back to Michael. Well, I think he did a better job this time- maybe because he is sick of listening me vent
Maybe it does pay off to give someone a second or thrid or forth chance.During the hot summer day, a short and freshly colored hair does make me feel better!
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