Crazy People. Why?

Yeah yeah yeah, I know I'm never consistent with this thing. Anyway, today had to have been one of the worst days I have had at school. It starts off with the clock in.... the machine was broken there for causing all of us to take half days today.

Perfect!

While I was sitting in the break room enjoying my breakfast Brenna walked into the break room in a panic and said can you take this client? I said sure I would love to. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

I get my station set up, put my apron on and greet my client. I sit "Carrie" down and ask her what she wanted to achieve with her hair today. As I am asking I start to really looking at her hair. When I looked down and ran my hands through it, I noticed that she cut it her self. Right as I noticed she happened to mention she is bipolar. : I bit my cheek and listened. " I had an episode last night and cut all of my hair off, I did it to spite my mother but she said it looked cute which totally defeated my whole perpose. Anyway I want you to blend it without taking any length off and I want a really chunky weave. Can you do that for me? Also blend all the chunks I cut last night!" After consuming all that information I looked at her and said so you want me to blend your hair without taking any length off? "Exactly, my hair was past my shoulders last night" This woman's hair was shorter than mine and to blend it I would have to take off even more.

I start to weave her hair with chunky blonde highlights when I know that it's just going to make her hair look worse. When I was done with that I start cutting. She started to cry and yell at me for ruining her hair. I haven't even done anything yet. So I start to panic and try to calm her down thinking she is going to take my shears out of bipolar rage and stab me (or her). I got her somewhat calmed down and start cutting again. Thats right when her mother walks in. The two of them together not so good. The mom gave her the look like what in the hell are you doing. So the girl starts freaking out again and is telling me every peice to cut and she ended up making it more chunky. I'm trying to find my instructor but she is bookin it away from this lady. So here I am a student stuck with this crazy mess. I finally finish and she leaves... thank goodness. Im about in tears at this point when everyone comes up and says that her hair looks like crap, like it was my fault. I was so close to punching all these whinny little biotches in the face. I kept my cool and left, that wasn't easy for me considering I could take any of these girls down. As I was walking out of the school I walked past Jim's office. I noticed they were looking at the security cameras... Someone had stolen a bunch of product from the front desk. This took place from about 9 to 12:30.

Fantastic day right?




Here is an example of what I felt like:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wxa5AANrAZI