You don't realize how good something is until you lose it.
I am so spoiled, and I'm starting to get it now.
At the beginning of ever since, Marshall has been bugging me to mingle with the elites. You know, those sons and daughters of whoever who goes out to the gym, or the mall, or the golf coarse because they have that much time and money. Kids who talk about designers, travel, and luxury cars. For my whole life I've rebelled against that. I hated Marshall for dragging me into that scene. I always thought those people are fake people with bitchy attitudes. I refuse to be classified as one them.
Look, I am not that rich, okay? It's important for you to understand that. But I do have a privilege life, yes. Out of 1-5, I guess I'm a four.
I've always said this, "I could have been a very very bad person. Being bad and thinking bad comes very natural to me. But I was nurtured. My Mom taught me the goodness in all things. She did it so well, I carry her wisdom above all else."
When I was a kid, I almost got everything I want. I would cry whenever I can't. Going to toy stores is a pain in the A for my parents. I would make scenes and won't say no for an answer. For the most part, it works. However sometimes, I have to settle for my Mom's no. And it killed me inside. I had no patience. I hated waiting, still do actually. But unlike before, I practically have no choice now but to oblige.
Point is, there are a few times that I did have to wait. And I learned to wait. There are times I had to accept that I can't have what I want, when I want it. That's my Mom talking.
When I was kid, I had this not so privileged neighbor. In fact, her whole family lives off of their relative's house next to ours. They had no electricity because they couldn't afford it. And there she was, a girl my age, always alone at the playground because no one would play with her. My Mom, being so nice would ask me to talk to her. I didn't want to but I did. Then my Mom asked me to befriend her, and I refused. I fucking refused. I would talk to her, yes, to seem friendly enough, but I never invited her inside my house to play some dolls.
I'll be honest, I didn't like her enough to be my friend.
Getting older, my Mom talked to me about it. She said she understood. In fact, she and I may have felt the same way, generally speaking.
My main point of this post is this: I went to the salon yesterday to have my roots dyed. Usually I'd go for the best salon, which for my opinion is Essensuals by Toni and Guy at Mall of Asia. But given the inconvenience, I decided to go for a different salon. I'm not name dropping it because I might get into trouble.
Anyway, the professional service seems good enough, however there are some things I've noticed that may not be much, but considering I had the best quality service before, I have noticed at this new salon.
Let me paint you a picture.
When I got in, I wasn't greeted. They were just staring at me. I had to be done to break the ice. When I asked for their service and its price, the lady at the lobby was like "I don't know. I still have to ask."
Wtf.
So she did, but this. She had to take me with her, to the hairdresser, instead of bringing him to me. It may be petty and seem unimportant even. But little things like that, I notice.
Then he freaking touched my hair! And I haven't even accepted their services yet. Okay, that's inarte lang for the lot of you. But to me, it's personal. Not, lol
So then I agreed to their service and this lady led me in.
This is the most annoying part, the rest of the staff/hairdresser were scattered all around gossiping like unprofessionals. I mean, I get the part that employees mingle and talk, but they were Goddamn too loud. And I was there, in the middle of their pep talk! Someone was even dancing like it was some sort of a nightclub. How much more unprofessional can they be.
The rest of what I'm going to say are just perks from Essensuals, and what makes it stand out in my opinion.
Essentuals offer you drinks as soon as you avail their service. Water or coffee? They got you covered. After all, hair coloring lasts for hours! And then they give you magazines right away. You don't need to request a bunch.
And then this too. Take note that once upon a time I shaved one side of my hair. Back when it was on the grid. So years from that time, of course, the hair is all grown and long. But not long enough for the rest of my hair. At Essensuals, the hairstylist I go for, noticed this right away. But she didn't react as if it was wtf to her. She didn't have to ask why my hair isn't the same length. She didn't move back and made a face in front of me, trying to understand the history of my hair. She just told me, "Ma'am, you had an undercut once, yes?" I smiled and nodded.
But this time, the hairstylist moved back, played around with my short hair and made a face. Then he asked me this, "Why is this part shorter?"
Shouldn't you know? YOU'RE A HAIRSTYLIST MORON
Simple things like that, you tend to compare, when you had the best.
And need I mention the wash area. It was so uncomfortable for goodness sake. Essensuals have a massage chair attached to the hair wash area. So while she's washing your hair, your back is having the best time. It was so comfortable I could sleep there.
Simple things like that usually don't matter. But considering I've had it, it's hard to go back. How can you settle for good when you had the best?
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