A few weeks before I moved to Switzerland, one of my colleagues asked me how I was feeling about the move…was I nervous or excited? I told him that I was entirely excited with the exception of one thing…who will cut my hair within four weeks of arriving in Vevey?!
This concern is not unique to this move. After having the same man cut my hair for the better part of 20 years, it’s been traumatic to search out a person who can cut short hair in each of my new cities. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that not everyone can cut short hair well. The trick I learned from my childhood hairdresser is to find other people with cute, short hair to find a recommendation. (Even better when you get the same name from two different people!)
Imagine my delight when I arrived in Vevey and found out that one of the administrative assistants in my department had short hair! She provided me with a recommendation for a salon, a hairdresser (who speaks English!), and a coupon for 10% off! I didn’t trust myself to make the reservation over the phone, so I went to the salon on a Saturday a couple of weeks ago. It was painful, but I managed to successfully make the reservation in French…or so I thought.
Today, I arrived at the salon and found out that the girl, who scheduled my appointment, scheduled it with the wrong person, not with the woman I thought I requested! After nearly crying (and unfortunately, probably making the wrong girl feel terrible), I had to go ahead with the haircut. I don’t have the flexibility in my schedule right now to find alternate appointment times.
I think she probably did a fine job. (Though you never can tell until you style it yourself.) Sadly, I was silent the entire time – freaking out inside about what might happen.
Next time, I will be sure to more clearly state VIRGINIE when I make an appointment. Live and learn, I guess. Or should I say…C’est la vie.