By Heather
Alright, I don't know if this happens to anyone else, but I am about to take you through my journey to the hair dresser today. I get out of work, come home and both me and my husband both need hair cuts. Well more so for him but I wanted my bangs done. What I wanted was just a simple swoop from one end of my bangs , on my left temple to swoop down to the middle of my right ear. That's all I wanted, sounds simple enough right?
Now I'm going to cut away here for a moment to talk to you about how I prepare myself for the hair dresser. I get home from work, take a shower, shampoo, condition and then when I get out I brush, blow dry, and straighten so by the time I get to the hair dresser they have a blank canvas to work with. I find this to be a very nice gesture considering that I've been working all day, probably have a bunch of sawdust in my hair. Now, when someone walks into your store with their hair done like this it means one of two things. One, this person has somewhere to be afterwards, not necessarily somewhere important, but somewhere that they put the time and effort into their hair and general appearance. Two, THIS IS HOW YOU LIKE YOUR HAIR, THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT IT TO LOOK LIKE WHEN YOU LEAVE! I don't know what it is about this place but every time I walk in there I feel like I just dolled myself up, walked out side and clubbed over the head by a caveman who then proceeded to drag me to his cave rough me up and by the time I leave my hair is in shambles with the expression on my face that reads "...what just happened?" Seriously, she finishes cutting my hair, blow dries it but instead of using a brush which would make sense, she opts to stab my scalp with her fingernails as if that is miraculously going to dry my hair faster and style it. So now my hair is all wavy and it is now impossible for me to tell if it is perfectly swooped.
So I pay for both me and my husband, and while he is still getting his hair cut I go across the street to Rite aid to get hair dye and a few clips. While there I straighten my hair with my fingers as much as possible. As I look into a small mirror there I see that she didn't listen to a damn word I said. Not only did she not take near enough off, the swoop was choppy and uneven. Ryan walks in with a completely exasperated look on his face. I look at him blankly before asking the obvious "What is going on with your head?" he replies, "Just because you are a gay man does not mean your qualified to be a hair dresser." I'm thinking, okay...I'll get home and dye it and re-style it and see what it looks like then. So I did...it made it worse. So now I'm pissed, I just wanted my f***ing bangs done, its not rocket science, what about what I asked you to do was so hard? This is your fricken job! You should take pity on me, cause when you are cutting my hair I have to take off my glasses which means I'm blind as a f***ing bat! I have to take your word for it. Now if you straightened it I'd be able to tell you, but no, you would charge me twenty more dollars for that. So lets make it wavy and curly instead so she can't tell if we did what she asked us to do.
I have had it, there only two people there I trust with my hair and its always when I have a day off that neither of them are scheduled. So fricken sick of this crap and when I see that what I asked was not done I don't want to be an asshole and say "No, not what I wanted". But I've had it, I'm going back tomorrow and getting someone to redue it.
By Heather
I know I have not made any recent posts and I'm sorry. I've currently been under a lot of stress for things unrelated to work. But I promise this post will make up for the time lost because I have a multiple amount of topics to talk about.
Alright, for starters my work has implemented this new scheduling system called FAST. Basically it schedules people more efficiently around where we seem to have the most sales. It also screws the part timers out of their hours half the time. I'm full time but it still bothers me that friends of mine, good hard working people are having to look for work and or second jobs elsewhere. But I digress. This also schedules me hours as a normal cashier, of which I don't mind. But it always schedules me on self check out which is the most boring job ever. I stand there in the same fricken spot for eight hours with little to no interaction with people. I hate coming to work and not really doing anything. On top of this, it is as you know, the Christmas season. So of course they are playing Christmas music. Let me ask you a question. How many versions of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer does one have to sing for them to realize, there is no other way to sing this damn song. Today, I counted twenty-seven different versions.
To you the person putting together the play list for my and so many other retail stores please very it up a bit. I know its slim pickens when it comes to framing a playlist around the holiday season but please put more songs in between each version of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. I think I'm developing a tumor.
This endless spiral of corny Christmas songs is beginning to drive me mad which is not good. It makes my numerous ticks about customers that much more obvious. I have three out of four self-checkout machines open, the other is out of order. What do people do, out of all the machines that are open and unused, they walk up to the one that is out of order, try desperately to scan their items before looking at me saying "It's broken!" No shit Sherlok, it says it there right on the flippin screen.
"Since you are not doing anything go around getting my numerous shopping list." No, I have to stand here because people are jerks and will run out without paying. Don't get me wrong, I will help all the people I can on self-check out but I can't leave. Or this one, all of my machines are in use and you have the one butt puppet that comes up to you with a cart full of stuff and wants you to ring them out. Try as you will to explain to them that you have no open register and that your little computer stand is not a register, it can't make it through the layers of stupid for them to understand it.
Tonight I was doing the closing paperwork and of course there is a register open down the line and self check is also open. And still, people come up to me, lean over my CLOSED gate and ask. "Are you open?" I try to hide look on my face that screams "ARE YOU FRICKEN RETARDED?" My light is off, my gate is closed, what about this looks like I am open?
I am trying to ring this woman out and she gets all the way to the tender screen and the entire time she is screaming on her cell phone. I am trying to politely tell her what to do as she goes from screen to screen and she looks at me as if to say "How dare you interrupt me!" when you are obviously having trouble getting from screen to screen because you're to busy screaming on your phone to read what the screen that is telling you to do.
PARENT YOUR FRICKEN CHILDREN PEOPLE! For the love of God and all that his holy, please just say "no" or "don't touch that" or "don't do that you will hurt yourself." I have had it with parents letting their snot nosed kids get away with murder. Seriously, what would your mom or dad do if they were going through the checkout line and you were ripping open half the candy, taking a bite and putting it back? I'd of been spanked and grounded for two weeks till I did enough chores to pay them back for all the candy they had to buy.
And here comes the twenty-seven versions of Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer! I can literally feel my brains leaking out my ears. You want to test someones mental capacity for solitude, you put them on self-check for an entire eight hour shift and watch them slip slowly into madness.
Rudolph is not the only song they play to death. They also have 16 different versions of Santa Baby playing. Including one Sung by a man that has a completely different connotation than when it is sung by a woman. The one sung by a man sounds like a creepy stalker.
Seriously person that does the playlist, please put more then 3 or 4 songs between the many versions of Rudolph. What kind of sick bastard are you? This is the reason people bring shotguns to work!
I am at your mercy here, I like the older stuff that you've been playing but change it up a bit. I'm sure people can tolerate a little more Tran Siberian Orchestra in their day. I know I'd love it if you put some Carol of the Bells in, its my favorite Christmas song.
The worst part is, its only Dec. 3rd, I still have 22 days left of this playlist to endure. All of you reading this, please wish me luck.
