It's hair not a building
Thursday  March 25, 2004

 

Client:  "I really liked my hairstyle but after say like the 5th day it started to separate and flatten where I sleep."
Hairdresser on Fire:   "That's cause it's hair not a building."

 

I've been on Effexor for four days and for four days I have had headaches, nausea, and dizziness. (today the symptoms were severe enough to make me cancel out half my appointments and go home.)  I called and left a message for the nurse today at the triage desk about how I have been feeling but missed the response call so I will be calling again tomorrow.  I think part of the problem is that I am migraine(ing) because my period is due and that I was foolish taking my anti-depressant with my synthroid which means that I have been taking it on an empty stomach, which could be making the side affects worse. 

One of my clients really pissed me off today, she heard that I was sick today because I had to cancel her daughter's appointment and so she called questioning and wanting to know for sure if I was going to be there tomorrow because her hair needs everything, cut, color and style and is in dire need especially since she missed her appointment last week because she had pneumonia.  She insisted I tell her I was going to be there tomorrow or to set her up with Joan who took care of her hair for me while I was off for 4 months from my ankle surgery.  The thing is even if I did call in sick Joan couldn't help her because she has her own clients to do. The whole things just made me feel even sicker.  I feel like asking her if she would have appreciated me calling her after she cancelled out on me last week and threatened her to promise me that she would show up for her next week appointment or I would give it away to someone else.  I said it before and I'll say it again, I think this is one of the most underappreciated jobs ever, that and cleaning the toilets and gas stations.  Nobody cares about you, just do my fucking hair.  I could be bed ridden but if my hand can move, do my fucking hair.   Sometimes I hate my job. Today is one of those days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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