I was wondering when a new epic fail would present itself and it did so at the end of 2014. I don't celebrate failure but I do write about it to let everyone know that my experiences with what I do isn't all roses. I always get questioned as to why I only highlight the good and my answer is that I like to live my life that way. This does not mean I don't acknowledge the bad. I just choose not to accentuate it by breathing more life into it than what already exists, but I must be honest with myself.
As I scout for new business to explore I sometimes explore new findings via the web before I venture out. I saw a business and by the looks of it didn't want to even consider patronizing the place. It is a relatively new company and offered up nothing different from what I've already seen and far from what I consider to be noteworthy. Oddly enough about two weeks later I was contacted by said business (marketer probably) and asked if I could write about them. This isn't unusual and I welcomed invites, up until this point it was always a pleasant experience. I thought about it for a long while and decided to give them a chance. I went against my own instinct to just leave them alone and blogged about them anyway just to include them. Simply put, I wanted to be nice.
I totally regret that I compromised my authenticity for them because after my posting I was completely snubbed by the business. I placed the posting on my Twitter, Instagram and Facebook accounts to show them the love I give to local businesses that I truly enjoy. In the end I just felt used because it wasn't my idea to write about them to begin with. I learned my lesson, if I ever give any business my time and space on my site ever again it is because I was genuinely moved to do so. Not because I felt coerced.
I felt so badly about that incident I took a break from blogging which is my love. I vow to never let any outside entity to compromise how I feel about my blog or to manipulate what I do with integrity on a regular basis. Sorry for being M.I.A.
Oh and by the way... Happy New Year!
I walked into my appointment ready to experience the joys of waxing, the women that do it must be on to something I thought. I will admit that I was more looking forward to the benefits and not the process itself. When I checked in I asked the receptionist did she ever get work done at the spa. She said that she did and so my follow up question was "Is it painful?" She insisted that it wasn't and against my better judgment I believed her. She said that they used a special kind of wax and it is easier on the skin.
I was greeted by a tall, intimidating yet friendly esthetician who called me by name and walked me to her room. She closed the door behind us and then says with an imperative tone,
"Take off your underwear."
She cut right to the chase didn't she? I wanted to joke and ask if she could buy me a drink first but she stood at around 6 feet and had a very serious demeanor. I figured jokes were not going to bounce off of her very well. I then shimmied out of my skivvies like a pro and the hopped on top of the table. She asked me if it was my first time and I admitted to it but was still enthused.
The esthetician began stirring the dark blue wax and wasted no time slathering it onto the right side of my groin. As she was doing so she pointed out the kind of wax they used along with the fact that they have no use for wax strips because it is so superior. She then placed the wax stick back into the pot and came over to remove it. Since there aren't any strips she had to find a good corner of unoccupied wax to grip and then pull away with. It was at this point I began to regret the very moment I walked through that door. While searching for a corner to grip I could feel the individual hairs that were caught up being slowly extracted from my skin. Then came the quick rip! It sounded like Velcro and felt like my epidermis along with my hair was being removed. I never take the Lord's name in vain but I assure you that with every rip and re-rip (because she couldn't get the full area of hair removed THE FIRST TIME) I called out to the Father AND the Son. I knew if anyone was in the waiting room they could hear me for sure! Especially that receptionist!
The final straw was when it became so painful that I slammed my legs shut out of agony. She then says "Oh no don't do that, the last woman who did that I couldn't pry back open. I needed another assistant to help me bring her knees back down towards the table." I didn't have to ask because she was very serious and this was more of a serious threat rather than cautionary tale. After she did a choppy job of the front she then asked if I still wanted to get a full Brazilian like I signed up for. I told her no adamantly, she insisted that it wasn't as painful as the front and she waxes all sorts of her body like her nose (ugh) and face as if that would change my mind. It only made the situation more uncomfortable. She also stated that shaving with a razor makes the skin thicker thus harder to pull the hair out via waxing. I still declined more than once so she finally obliged me by finishing me up with a special powder. She suggested for next time (as if) I should take painkillers before my appointment and also to purchase a topical anesthetic. No ma'am and good day to you I thought to myself.
Before I could run out screaming like I really wanted to she grabbed a handful of business cards to pass out to my friends. REALLY?! I would never do that to my friends I thought to myself. I took them just to be polite and trashed them later. I was mortified, in serious pain and totally regretful of my experience. I limped out with what dignity I had left never to return again.