WTF is wrong with me? 50 minutes?! No more naps for me. Naps are the devil!!!
Now for my rant:
I got locs last Monday, and I thought I’d found a great person to do it. She was good at it and she did it for super cheap because I met her on her wedding day so she blessed me with supreme discounts. But, I have to put weight on my hair now with the wax and she said she was going to do it last Friday.
Well I went on Friday with Brian when he go his dreads retwisted and she said she was going to do me then but if you see my boyfriends dreads they are long so it took her longer than expected. That’s okay though because she told me to come on Saturday but I couldn’t because of MTAC so we scheduled it for Sunday at 10AM. I called her around 9AM to confirm and she changed the appointment time on me to 4:00PM. I call her at 4PM, she said she had to do something that wouldn’t take that long and to come at 5PM. So I went at 5PM and guess what, she wasn’t there.
She called me later on that night, apologized, and told me to come Monday after class, which ended at 3:30PM. She called me during my physics class and left a voicemail message saying that she couldn’t do my hair today because she was doing another one of her client’s hair that she forgot about. (Mind you, I’m walking around looking not so fabulous) She tells me to come Wednesday after class.
I go, but not before calling several times. Brian told me to go anyways because somebody else might be on the phone or she might be sleep something. She wasn’t there. Her car was, but she wasn’t. Now I was born at night, but not last night (actually, not true I was born in the afternoon, I just wanted to say the saying) I think she was there, but was just doing something else, or decided that she doesn’t want to do my hair anymore or that her husband told her that she couldn’t do my hair anymore (her husband is like that) but I leave. I leave PISSED OFF. For several reasons:
- She’s wasting my time
- She wasting my gas
- She wasting my gas money
- She treating me like shit by telling me to come get my hair done and leaving before I get there and not calling me telling me she’s leaving
- My hair was a mess and still is a mess
So, if you get your hair done by a lady named Shell that lives off the Ashland city exit in Nashville, I’d recommend having a back up person just incase she decides that she’s going to be an irresponsible loctician towards you and starts treating you like she treats me.
Rant.Over.
