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| - So, let me start by saying I am new to waxing, but that isn't going to last long.
I will definitely be going back to EWC, but as of right now I'm not sure how many times...
My wax was scheduled on a Friday early in the morning. I have a desk job, so I wasn't worried about chafing and causing bumps and ingrown hairs (it's been five days and we're still smooth as butter!) but I was kinda worried about showering since I do like to shower twice a day. The day before my desk job did not let me out until 4am, and my wax was at 9. Like I said, desk job. Not dancing, not personal trainer, not professional athlete.
I came in with my hair in a pony tail, in sweats and a t-shirt because I wanted to make myself as comfortable as possible. I live in arrowhead ranch. No, not everyone who lives in this neighborhood wears chanel shorts when we go out jogging. Half the women in my neighborhood don't give a Shiz about matching when they exercise. Apparently the girls at the front counter are fashion police, because when I sat down they just kept glancing at eachother and then throwing side long glances at me and then snickering. I'm sorry that I don't care about looking like a runway model when I'm going to get my kitty waxed. They also both had hearing problems. I talk on the phone for a living and rarely have anyone question what I'm saying. Every time I answered a question (pre-scheduling when they set up an account for you) they would say, "Uhm, what?" in the rudest way possible like I was trying to speak to them in Aramaic every time I answered a question.
I don't remember my waxer's name, but when she took me into the back room she told me that my hair apparently didn't grow fast enough and asked me what I'd like to do. She told me that she could still try, but I'd have to be realistic about the results. My husband was coming home from a trip and I didn't want to delay. She did waaaayyy more than I expected!
She did go over super tender areas more than once, and after the second time we both understood a third would not be happening. But She did get a majority of my hair. There was only one little patch (about an half an inch) that she just could not get the wax to stick to, and she tweezed strays.
The conversation wasn't awkward and I was surprised as to how quick it was. I know next time to let my hair grow out longer than expected because she could always trim if need be. All and all, I liked the experience once I got out of the lobby with all of the judgy-mc judgersons.
OH--one thing that surprised me. Apparently Tips aren't expected? The front desk girls didn't say anything about tips. I had to ask. They told me to LOOK for the envelopes (I was expecting a white envelope) instead of just pointing them out or better yet HANDING them to me. It took me a good minute to find them, and one of the girls was like, "uh...can we help you with something, or do you need something else?" Yes, I need customer service. Ever heard of it, Barbie? I adequately tipped my waxer 50% and went on my way. I'll be back for my wax next month, but the claws will come out if those desk girls want to continue being so rude.
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