Righteous Indignation
I realize just how crazy this is going to sound, but wanna know how I spent my morning? I pulled pieces of my hair out of various brushes I had laying around the house and counted out exactly 180 hairs (I was going to go for 200, but the process was driving me crazy, so 180 it was). I did this to show my superiors and the people at the lab exactly what 180 hairs looked like. Now that I've done this exercise I seriously think the girl yesterday cut like 1300 hairs. 180 hairs is still a noticeable amount, but it's minuscule in comparison.
So I went to the lab today to collect names (and the papers I left there when I was so upset yesterday). The asshole guy who was a condescending ass - he was a doctor. Today another doctor, a much nicer, classier doctor, pulled me back to his office and apologized for "my bad experience". Tammy, the woman who photocopied my hair yesterday, explained that they were taking the incident seriously and that Katherine (the cutter) was going to be re-trained. The cutter wasn't there today and neither was the Asshole Dr. I managed to only tear up a little bit, so clearly I'm making progress, but I'm not over it.
I'm glad that Katerine is being re-trained and I'm glad they apologized and I'm glad my company knows how bad it can be (although I'm still fairly certain they'll sell my rights away again at the drop of a hat), but I can't help feeling like there should be more to come from this, although I know there won't be. I really wish my hair would grow faster - I so want a knub of hair that I can tie a bow around for our Christmas party and show everyone how wrong the whole thing is. I don't think it'll be long enough, but I'm seriously considering it for all my time on the NJ project - my own personal way of making a statement. We'll see.
Anyway, here's the picture of 180 of my hairs (for comparison sake)...
So I went to the lab today to collect names (and the papers I left there when I was so upset yesterday). The asshole guy who was a condescending ass - he was a doctor. Today another doctor, a much nicer, classier doctor, pulled me back to his office and apologized for "my bad experience". Tammy, the woman who photocopied my hair yesterday, explained that they were taking the incident seriously and that Katherine (the cutter) was going to be re-trained. The cutter wasn't there today and neither was the Asshole Dr. I managed to only tear up a little bit, so clearly I'm making progress, but I'm not over it.
I'm glad that Katerine is being re-trained and I'm glad they apologized and I'm glad my company knows how bad it can be (although I'm still fairly certain they'll sell my rights away again at the drop of a hat), but I can't help feeling like there should be more to come from this, although I know there won't be. I really wish my hair would grow faster - I so want a knub of hair that I can tie a bow around for our Christmas party and show everyone how wrong the whole thing is. I don't think it'll be long enough, but I'm seriously considering it for all my time on the NJ project - my own personal way of making a statement. We'll see.
Anyway, here's the picture of 180 of my hairs (for comparison sake)...