Hi all, I'd just like to know if any of you have had a similar experience to the one that has horrified me today.
I've been running a salon for 2 years in a busy city center. I single handedly ran it alone for 7 months, and hand picked a great team, we're now successful and 3 more are being opened over the uk this year.
It's a relatively stressful job but I love it.
Today I had a very wealthy (I know this because she told me) lady who came in with her 3 children and asked me to cut her sons hair.
I obliged, and after direction from Mum 'go as short as you want' I gathered she wanted a sort of old school, side parting slick sort of job.
I started, and her eldest son who was sat behind said the back looked weird. He was about 10 and I'd clipped with a number 3 before blending. Mum checked and immediately screamed at me as it was too short and I went too high. I took her abuse for 40 minutes, and in the end I basically let her tell me how to do my job.
She kept saying things like 'this is terrible' 'he can't leave like this' 'he goes to private school and I like traditional'. Bare in mind I had nowhere finished the cut.
She told me she wasn't from my area and if this is what people from here liked then it's a joke, she doesn't do trendy, I was a joke, appalling and I should be ashamed of myself. This went on and on to the point where I was shaking and felt sick. She was aggressive to not only me but her children.
In all my years professionally and personally I have never been spoken to in the manner I did today. I tried to remain calm, in the end she said it was ok and tipped me £5 which i refused. I didn't charge her for the cut, I didn't want to, I wanted her out of my shop. I left work after that, got in my car and cried. Got home and relaid the story to my partner, and cried again.
Fast forward its 12am and I'm led in bed still feeling terrible.
Has this happened to anybody else or anything similar? I've had fussy clients, I've been spoken down to before, but that was a totally new experience and I felt belittled, embarrassed and it's really made me question my skills.
I've been running a salon for 2 years in a busy city center. I single handedly ran it alone for 7 months, and hand picked a great team, we're now successful and 3 more are being opened over the uk this year.
It's a relatively stressful job but I love it.
Today I had a very wealthy (I know this because she told me) lady who came in with her 3 children and asked me to cut her sons hair.
I obliged, and after direction from Mum 'go as short as you want' I gathered she wanted a sort of old school, side parting slick sort of job.
I started, and her eldest son who was sat behind said the back looked weird. He was about 10 and I'd clipped with a number 3 before blending. Mum checked and immediately screamed at me as it was too short and I went too high. I took her abuse for 40 minutes, and in the end I basically let her tell me how to do my job.
She kept saying things like 'this is terrible' 'he can't leave like this' 'he goes to private school and I like traditional'. Bare in mind I had nowhere finished the cut.
She told me she wasn't from my area and if this is what people from here liked then it's a joke, she doesn't do trendy, I was a joke, appalling and I should be ashamed of myself. This went on and on to the point where I was shaking and felt sick. She was aggressive to not only me but her children.
In all my years professionally and personally I have never been spoken to in the manner I did today. I tried to remain calm, in the end she said it was ok and tipped me £5 which i refused. I didn't charge her for the cut, I didn't want to, I wanted her out of my shop. I left work after that, got in my car and cried. Got home and relaid the story to my partner, and cried again.
Fast forward its 12am and I'm led in bed still feeling terrible.
Has this happened to anybody else or anything similar? I've had fussy clients, I've been spoken down to before, but that was a totally new experience and I felt belittled, embarrassed and it's really made me question my skills.