Wednesday, my husband went to my salon to get his hair trimmed. Claire and I went with him, because his appointment was going to be late enough that we could just go out to dinner right afterwards.
As he gets checked in, I peeked around the corner to see Kelli, my stylist. She wasn’t standing at her station, and I wasn’t even sure if she was working today. She’d teased me the last time we were in with my husband that I never come to visit her.
So, Claire and I went to the front desk and asked the nice lady standing there if Kelli was in today.
“Oh, Kelli doesn’t work here anymore,” she said.
“WHAT!?” I gasped. “I have an appointment with her on Friday! What do you mean she doesn’t work here anymore!?”
“AND WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME!?” I screamed in my head.
“Oh…they are…in the process…of calling everyone?” she said hesitantly. I could see the panic in her eyes as she looked at the computer.
“So, who am I seeing on Friday?” I asked, trying to remain calm. I took a deep breath.
She couldn’t find me on the schedule. I saw the panic on her face get a little bigger. I tried really hard to remain calm.
Kelli had moved to a salon downtown, and no one bothered to tell me. Where they going to? Would I have shown up on Friday and had an appointment? I have to have an appointment on this Friday, because that’s the only one my husband has off between now and when we leave on our next trip. Who would watch Claire!? The what-ifs were swirling in my head.
There were three stylists available near the time-slot I had originally chosen with Kelli. The nice woman behind the counter suggested one, so I booked it.
All through dinner that evening, I was dazed. I can’t believe Kelli is gone. Yes, I could figure out which salon she went to and drive down there, but still. I got no warning, and I was shocked.
So, this afternoon, I get to retrain a stylist. Gone are the days of walking in and saying, “Hey! How’s it goin’? Yep, I’d like the same thing,” and knowing I’d get it. I’ve even changed things up with Kelli, and she just knew what I meant when I talked. Do you know how lucky it is to find a stylist like that?
I understand that in the grand scheme of things, this isn’t a big deal. (I’m pretty sure this classifies as one of those “First World Problems.”) But, I don’t handle this type of change well. In the past, it’s always worked to my advantage, so I’m hoping the same will ring true this afternoon.
And if not? Eh…it’s hair. It will grow. Right? I mean, it’s not like I’m going to be in any wedding photos in a week. Oh, right! I am!
Change is the only constant, and sometimes its timing is uncanny.
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