Saturday, May 05, 2012

I Hate to Complain, But...

Before I complain about complaining, I want to say thank you to the readers who commented on my latest tutorial/giveaway, Kate W. and AKM.  Well, you are both such sweet readers I decided to just make a second necklace and let you both be winners!  Yay!  Watch for your peacock pendants in your mailboxes soon.

Now, onto another topic...

Yesterday I had to make a complaint.  I had paid someone for a service and there was a problem.  I'd thought there was a problem at the time I made payment but I wasn't firm and I wasn't insistent.  Those of you who know me are not surprised by this, I'm sure.  I so admire people who are able to state their needs and get what they pay for.  I have a weakness in this area... a BIG weakness.

I lost sleep this week having imaginary conversations in my head with the person I needed to call.  I fretted and worried.  It was stupid.  When I finally made the call, it took a whole 2 minutes and the person was polite and understanding and agreeable.  It was simply no big deal.

To give you an idea of my weakness, I am going to tell you a story.

When I was 7 months pregnant with Sam, we were visiting my Mom.  As is my nature, I suddenly HAD to have a new haircut.  Mom took me to the place where she got her hair cut.  I was happy when we walked in and I saw a poster with the model wearing exactly the haircut I wanted.  It was something like this:


It's cute, huh?  I liked that it was a short style but the top layers were long enough for plenty of movement  As the lady cut my hair she kept commenting that I certainly had thick hair.  My Mom told me later that she was thinning it as she said that.  I was turned away from the mirror so I didn't really know what was going on.  When she was done, I looked like this:


The top was so short it wouldn't even lay down.  She'd thinned big chunks clear to my scalp, leaving only bristles.  There were virtually no bangs left.  The sides were most definitely up over my ears.


I was so upset!  I wanted to cry.  With my extra large body at the time, I felt like a pinhead.  To make things worse, we were going to a family reunion soon, with Mike's side of the family.  I was to be in all the family photos with a hairdo that most definitely did not feel like "me".

Do you think that when I looked in the mirror at the salon I shrieked?  Nope.  Do you think I asked the woman, "What did you do to me!!!??"  Nope.  Do you think I even pointed out to her that my hair looked nothing like the photo?  Nope.

I gave her a tip.








8 comments:

Maria Rose said...

You know it wasn't that bad. I haven't seen one of these pictures in ages and that cut has entered family lore, but truly you still look lovely---cranky, but lovely.

EJN said...

I GET it.
Loved the post. And I am glad that it worked out so quickly, once you addressed it. I love to see God providence in the process of life. It often makes me laugh at myself.
Love to you,
Jojo

EJN said...

On another note, with the dorthy hamilton haircut. I remember my dad taking my sister and I to get the cut because he liked it so much. Our hair was midback and it was summer so he thought it would be cute and great. My mom did not speak to him for 2 weeks ( the easy part of that was that he was only home on the weekend - so it was really 4 days - not 14. It is one of our table stories from yesteryear - so your post made me laugh. That haircut has been an indicator in at least a few emotional bursts! ;o]

Michelle said...

I, too, learned to always tell the person cutting my hair NOT to thin it. It's the first thing they always want to do to think hair like runs in our family. Unfortunately, on us thinned hair grows out in odd, uncontrollable spiky bits. Fortunately for those of us with the family thick hair, it grows quickly!
(But I agree with Maria. It wasn't what you wanted, but it was a cute hairdo on you!]

Anne Marie said...

Wow, we must be related, or something, haha! I can so relate to everything in this post! I once took a personality test to see what kind of animal I'd most likely be, and the answer was golden retriever. Some of the traits I remember are: calm, non-damanding, can be a pushover, loyal, avoids confrontation, enjoys routine, accomodating, indecisive, cautious...

Pam Brewer said...

I feel your pain. How does a "people pleaser" (don't want to hurt anyone's feelings) grow into a rotweiller?

Kate W. said...

Pam -- marry my husband. Seriously. LOL! I was a golden retriever most of my early adulthood -- until I married a man who (at the time I would've said forced, but now I see it as) encouraged me to stand up for myself and be assertive. I wouldn't say I'm a Rottweiler, but I have very few golden retriever days left! In fact, there are days that HE drives me nuts because he just lets things slide. Crazy!

Sue -- I think the haircut was adorable, but totally get that whole oh-my-gosh-I-can't-be-seen-in-public-until-this-grows-out feeling. I had my hair bleached when I was in my late teens, and thought it turned out way too blonde (nothing against blondes, I just didn't like it). I came home in tears, lamenting my ruined life. My dad came upstairs to see what was wrong, and I dramatically asked, "Can't you TELL??" He couldn't see the difference. Typical male. ;)

Susan Struck said...

I can see that I am in good company with others who have had unfortunate hairdos as well as other Golden Retrievers.

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