Twishing…
Remember that song from Disney’s Cinderella – I’m wishing… I’m wishing… for the one I love. To find me… to find me…
Well, that’s kind of how I feel right now.
Lemme back up. I’m a f/t employee, a p/t entrepreneur and a new Mom (sortof DD is almost one year, yikes!). And you know how you see these women who have a baby and then quit taking care of themselves? That’s me. Oh, I do a good job of trying to hide it, mind you, but I haven’t been to get my hair cut since I went back to work. In June.
It’s now February.
I’ve got 6 inches of roots on the top and two inches of split ends down below, limp is the look that I’m going for these days.
I know, I should ‘make’ time (please tell me where I can sign up for THAT class) but I’d rather be spending it with my little one. So, that brings me to today. I have a huge client presentation tomorrow. And my head is looking like that lonely mop in the Swiffer ads.
I’m on an early flight to LA. I get in at 1p. I’ve got work to do, but no client meetings. What if <> I book an appointment for a cut and color. This is my morning’s revelation. So, I signon to GogoInflight from the comfort of seat 18E back in Delta’s steerage section. I log on to Yelp, I do a little searching for what looks to be a good hair salon in Orange County. I read some reviews – check out one girl’s blog on how this salon rescued her from Purple Crayon hair and decide that if they can do that – surely they can take me from drab to fab. I go to their website and <> to my delight they have an online booking form.
It’s a sign! The Gods have spoken.
Except that it doesn’t work.
It keeps bouncing back.
With error messages
Saying to check my internet connection (which is fine thank you very much)
Ack! What to do? Check the Contact Us page. Which has directions, A phone number. But no email.
No Facebook
No Twitter
Okay, quick goat thinking – go to Facebook and do a search. Find salon owner. Whew! He’s there. He’s got more friends than I do – surely he looks at this thing. Send the following message:
Ha!
Hi Jack. Name's Melissa. I'm sitting here on a flight from NY to LA and was desperately trying to book an appointment for a cut and color at your salon this afternoon (3p). I obviously can't call to see if there are any appointments available and I tried the online booking form but it keeps giving me an error message. If you happen to check F/book and could relay my request to your receptionist - that'd be grand(!) Email is xxxxx
Thanks and hopefully I'll be by the salon this afternoon
Very proud of self. For 30 seconds.
Facebook’s not necessarily the most immediate thing. Oh Twit, Tweet!
Hop onto Twitter. Do search.
No salon
No owner/ creative director
No nothing
Wait – there’s one girl who said that she gets her hair cut there. Well, that’s good, but unless she’s going to call them to try and get an appointment for me, I think that I’m sol. Still, the Gods did speak earlier. Let’s send a note out to the T’Universe.
In flight to LAX trying to figure out how to get an appointment at the Jack Winn Salon. Whaa.. online booking form doesn't work. :( no email
Kind of hoping that someone might say – hey. I see you. I have an answer. Here’s an email, or even better, here’s an appointment.
So alas, I resign myself to seat 18-E and prepare to wait the two and a half hours until landing. Until then, I’m Twishing, I’m Twishing… for Jack Winn Salon. To Tweet me... To Tweet me…
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I love to cook. And when I cook nine times out of ten I bake. Muffins, cakes, pies - I even tried my hand at bagels once. And while I'll make something that usually tastes delicious (just don't ask my husband about the rice krispy peanut butter frosted twizzler cake I made for him one year. complete disaster - just look at the ingredients. sometimes great tastes do not taste great together) my creations aren't usually that pretty.
