Clients (or perhaps humanity) is fucked
I had a client with large mutton chop sideburns sit in my chair today. He had shoulder length hair and told me how much he LOVED semetry and how he HAD to have a blunt haircut to his chin. My first impression was "ew" but I could tell his mind was made up... so I obliged.
I started cutting his greasy hair and the first thing he comments on is my weight. "How much do you weigh? 105 or something?" My reply was of course as sassy as I could muster, after all it was the end of my day. "Its rude to ask a lady her weight" I commented back. "You're not a lady yet!" He shot back. "I'm a lady." I replied curtly. "I may be 23, but age doesn't matter. If I feel like a lady, I'm a damn lady."
I was trying my hardest to put a stop to conversation, he'd already made me uncomfortable. I'm sort of sensitive about strangers commenting on my size. It's obvious I'm small. What's the point in rubbing it in that I'm the size of a thimble? This did not deter him from the conversation however, and his next comment was again about my weight. "So, are you like a size one or two? Would you fit into the hefty sizes of the little girls section?" Fuuuuckkkkkk....
Even after this conversation was over it moved onto more disturbing topics. Such as, wither homosexuals or heterosexuals were more likely to have long hair. My curt reply was again, "I don't think it really matters on someone's sexuality."
Some of the key things that you learn in beauty school of topics to avoid in conversation are as follows: Sex, religion and politics. Of course most of your clients are easy enough to read and you can see how far you can stretch these rules, they're more like guidelines than anything... with this particular man, you want to avoid ALL OF THESE.... of course two of the three were brought up.
After I bid Mr. Bad Taste goodbye I felt like crawling into a hole and dying. If this is what humanity has become then please obliterate me now before it gets any worse.
I started cutting his greasy hair and the first thing he comments on is my weight. "How much do you weigh? 105 or something?" My reply was of course as sassy as I could muster, after all it was the end of my day. "Its rude to ask a lady her weight" I commented back. "You're not a lady yet!" He shot back. "I'm a lady." I replied curtly. "I may be 23, but age doesn't matter. If I feel like a lady, I'm a damn lady."
I was trying my hardest to put a stop to conversation, he'd already made me uncomfortable. I'm sort of sensitive about strangers commenting on my size. It's obvious I'm small. What's the point in rubbing it in that I'm the size of a thimble? This did not deter him from the conversation however, and his next comment was again about my weight. "So, are you like a size one or two? Would you fit into the hefty sizes of the little girls section?" Fuuuuckkkkkk....
Even after this conversation was over it moved onto more disturbing topics. Such as, wither homosexuals or heterosexuals were more likely to have long hair. My curt reply was again, "I don't think it really matters on someone's sexuality."
Some of the key things that you learn in beauty school of topics to avoid in conversation are as follows: Sex, religion and politics. Of course most of your clients are easy enough to read and you can see how far you can stretch these rules, they're more like guidelines than anything... with this particular man, you want to avoid ALL OF THESE.... of course two of the three were brought up.
After I bid Mr. Bad Taste goodbye I felt like crawling into a hole and dying. If this is what humanity has become then please obliterate me now before it gets any worse.