I do know how you feel, Padine. I once had such a disastrous haircut (it was at the back, where I didn’t see until the bloke showed me with the mirror) that I burst into tears (and I’m not a tearful type) - and still paid, though they said I didn’t need to, charged home and straightaway phoned dd1, at uni over 100 miles away.
I won’t tell you what I said I looked like (it’d sound terribly un PC now - this was ages ago) but a 1950s boys short back and sides wouldn’t be far off.
Dd phone the salon and gave the bloke a bollocking!
Thing was, the same chap had cut my hair fine previously - I don’t know what he was thinking of. Away with the fairies, evidently.
However, only a couple of days later, dd phoned, terribly upset, because a male student friend (who’d once stayed with us) had been killed in a road traffic accident in Moscow, where he was studying.
It certainly put my hair into perspective - it would eventually grow again.
But you still have all my sympathy, Padine. 💐