Bad day at the salon

Ever since I learnt the word vanity, I'm super anal about who touches my locks. The only time I'll ever step into a $10 quick cut outlet is if I'm damn broke and starting to look like Medusa with a bad hair day.

So thanks to gvt money last month, I decided to give my locks a treat by getting a cut and color.

I know a lot of people have had bad experiences at a particular famous hair salon. Personally I don't see what's the fuss about that place either. They hire people who can't speak decent English and half their stylists are all aunties who aren't very well groomed.

Tip here: If you want to know if a stylist is good, just look at his/her style sense. If not, just use Google. :P

Well, at my new home, I only have a choice of Jean Yip and Super Cuts. Both have bad and good reviews. I won't reveal which salon I picked, in case someone reads this and decides to sue me, because some people are just to damn free.

I have never been so pissed at a stylist before in my entire 31 years of living.

When I made a booking yst over the phone, I clearly stated I wanted a Director to cut my hair. They assured me all the stylists there were seniors. Hmm. Fishy. But oh well.

I was assigned an auntie. Like omgosh. But of course it's not polite to ask for another stylist. So I sat there, preparing for the worst. She asked what color I wanted. I showed her the picture of Michelle Phan's rose gold hair. She then started talking in mandarin, trying to explain that I needed to bleach my hair, then have highlights and different tones and whatever I can decipher, because my mandarin is that bad. Then suggested a dark tone, which is no different from my current hair color. Then like that I dye my hair for what! I insisted I wanted Rose Gold, and spoke to her to English.

Let me tell you, you want to work in Singapore, you jolly well pick up enough English to survive at work. I cannot emphasize enough how much I hate it when I'm at work, I call up a company and the recep goes: "Can you speak mandarin?" Hello, I do not work in CHINA.

Anyway in the end I got so fed up that she had to call a more capable person, who thankfully spoke good english, to explain to me why I couldn't have Michelle's hair color. Damaged hair ends, too thin hair, etc. Ok point taken and accepted, thank you very much. So I asked for his recommendation, which he gave 2 options. I picked the 2nd option, which was a light brown that is supposed to be popular in Korea.

Guess what! I hate it! It doesn't look any different from my natural hair color! Like wth? My face was so black when I saw the end results, and she still dared to say I was the one that picked the color. Which I had to remind her, it was her colleague who recommended it. In fact I was so bloody pissed that she offered to re dye it in 2 weeks time if it doesn't fade to the brown as shown on the color chart. No thank you.

And when she asked if I wanted a haircut, I said yes, I wanted to change hairstyle. Her retarded reply? "Ok, u want to trim?" I decided not to correct her and just let her trim it, in case I end up looking even worse, since she can't differentiate between a trim and a change of hairstyle.

Am never ever going back to this stupid salon again. Not even if they throw free vouchers at me.