Hairdresser part one
I hadn't been to a hairdresser in about 10 years. And I had visited one maybe two times before as a kid and a teen. I have always been very poor so I cut my hair myself. Or when I was a little kid my mother cut it for me (oh the horror). But a few months ago I decided to go to to the hairdresser.
I was very nervous when I went and got the appointment time for me. The hairdresser was at a shopping mall. I had walked past it so so many times in my time here where I live. But this time I walked in. I think I did pretty good but I feel as if the hairdresser who scheduled me an appointment (which was later that day) was staring at me strangely. I felt like I was too ugly to visit a hairdresser or my hair was in so bad condition she had to stare at me. Or maybe I was so bad at my social skills. Still, she stared at me. I felt super awkward. I asked the the price too. 120€ which is around 145 us$.
Later that day I went back to the hairdresser. They told me to leave my stuff on a coat rack by the entrance and guided me to sit on one of the chairs. I was SUPER anxious that someone was gonna steal my stuff while I was having my hair cut but I did as they said. I sit down and she asks what I want so I tell her I want a shorter cut and my hair dyed to my natural hair colour. I had bleached yellowish blonde hair because I had dyed my hair before as you can see from some of the comics. I wanted to go back to my natural colour so I bleached and dyed my hair to my natural colour myself but it became yellowish.
I sat there and my hairdresser did her stuff but then she started talking to me. It was awful because I'm bad with people. I just answered her with really short sentences or just a few words. But she kept on talking and talking. I know that's part of her job but it made me feel anxious. And at the same time I was paranoid someone was gonna steal my stuff so I kept looking at the coat rack.
Well, this is part one of my time at the hairdresser.
I was very nervous when I went and got the appointment time for me. The hairdresser was at a shopping mall. I had walked past it so so many times in my time here where I live. But this time I walked in. I think I did pretty good but I feel as if the hairdresser who scheduled me an appointment (which was later that day) was staring at me strangely. I felt like I was too ugly to visit a hairdresser or my hair was in so bad condition she had to stare at me. Or maybe I was so bad at my social skills. Still, she stared at me. I felt super awkward. I asked the the price too. 120€ which is around 145 us$.
Later that day I went back to the hairdresser. They told me to leave my stuff on a coat rack by the entrance and guided me to sit on one of the chairs. I was SUPER anxious that someone was gonna steal my stuff while I was having my hair cut but I did as they said. I sit down and she asks what I want so I tell her I want a shorter cut and my hair dyed to my natural hair colour. I had bleached yellowish blonde hair because I had dyed my hair before as you can see from some of the comics. I wanted to go back to my natural colour so I bleached and dyed my hair to my natural colour myself but it became yellowish.
I sat there and my hairdresser did her stuff but then she started talking to me. It was awful because I'm bad with people. I just answered her with really short sentences or just a few words. But she kept on talking and talking. I know that's part of her job but it made me feel anxious. And at the same time I was paranoid someone was gonna steal my stuff so I kept looking at the coat rack.
Well, this is part one of my time at the hairdresser.
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