My stylist rules are:
1. Don't waste my time. You can't run a business and be taking your time, eating snacks, laughing with the guy who came to sell perfume, taking a nap (That actually happened once, and I walked out with my hair still wet
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having a dance-off, doing all kinds of nonsense. I paid you to do my damn hair, so do it.
2. Don't be stingy with the scalp base. It's a big old tub of vaseline. You can buy vaseline for 99ct anywhere, there is no need to hoard it. Base my scalp like you mean it. I don't know how many times I have had to physically snatch the tub away and base my own scalp, because the lady was trying to play.
3. Don't overlap the relaxer.
4. DON'T BURN ME!! If I tell you that the relaxer is done, don't tell me to give you five more minutes, three more minutes, one second, don't tell me anything. There is a caustic chemical on my head, eating away at my scalp and hair, you better get over here and wash it out when I say. And wash it out well. Don't just splash some water around. WASH IT.
5. Don't. trim. my. hair. One stylist kept on trying to come at me with some scissors. I usually keep my eyes in the mirror, but whenever I wasn't looking, she'd be trying to reach for the scissors. I would tell her NO TRIM, and she'd be like....okay, sorry sorry.
But then two minutes later, she'd be sliding her hand to her toolbelt for the damn scissors. I felt like a baby zebra being stalked by a lion.
6. Don't argue with me. If I bring my own wide-tooth com for you to detangle with, then don't tell me that a fine tooth comb is better. Just take my comb and use it. If I ask for a rollerset, no blow-out, then don't tell me that a blow-dry is better, and then start reaching for the blowdryer. I know what is good for my hair, just do what I ask.
7. Don't be disrespectful to my hair. Don't call it ugly, don't call it bad. Don't yank it, don't rip it, don't treat it like crap. Or it will be on. :hardslap:
ETA: 8. Don't give me alopecia. When I am getting my hair braided, and I say it's too tight, don't laugh. Don't throw out some tired cliche about beauty and pain and keep braiding, because I will get up and show you what pain really looks like.
Stylists make me so mad.
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