Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

There's a bad day... then there is a Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day! Yesterday was the second of the two and it all has to do with a horrible haircut.
Let me give you some history on why I decided to get my hair cut. Earlier this summer after being in Florida for a few weeks my already semi damaged hair was lightening from the sun. I have natural highlights so my roots were going yellow while my muddy colored ends stayed...muddy. I had to do something so I put in a few foils of bleach so it would blend my natural highlights. It looked great and after a few weeks they really started to lighten up, before I knew it I was a blonde. A blonde with really really really damaged hair. The bleach and the sun had ruined my hair so bad it was fried and frizzy! I tried different shampoos and conditioners, hot oil treatments and deep conditioning treatments but nothing worked. The more time went on and we were in the sun (it is Florida we cant stay inside all day) the worse my hair got.
That is when I decided I should just cut the damage off (I knew it would have to be short) and it would grow faster. I have had my hair short and spiky before so I thought it was no big deal. I went to the local Hair Cuttery and made an appointment. I had a consultation with the guy who was going to cut it and explained to him in detail exactly what I wanted and didnt want. I even showed pictures of what I liked and what I didnt like. He understood and we were on the same page...so I thought. As he was cutting I was watching in the mirror and it seemed he was doing a good job, the front was short but I knew it had to be to be healthy and I had been spiky in the back before so that didnt scare me. When he was done he handed me the little mirror to look at the back and spun me around to look in the mirror. It seemed to go in slow motion...when I looked in the mirror and saw what reflected back at me it took my breath away (not in the good way) I got sick to the stomache and really held back the tears. It was exactly what I didnt want, but worse! It was too short in the back to even spike, the front was up to my earlobes and the top was still the same length as when I came in! The bowl cut for girls! (Kinz, atleast you went through this horrifying cut when you were little, and it was your choice) I wanted to say something but it was so so so short and ugly I didnt want him to even try to fix it. I just wanted to get out of there! I got in the car and started crying histerically. I went home and ran inside and just cried. I decided shaving my head would be better than this ( I was not overreacting it really would have been) but I decided just to see if another salon could fix it. I called a better salon and they said they would help. There wasnt much they could do to make it look like a style without cutting it all off and that is what they did. It is very short and spiky all over! I dont even feel like me when I look in the mirror. When I was in beauty school I had the confidence to pull this cut off but now I dont. It is as short as you can go without shaving it! i have decided to spend the next few weeks in hideout and hopefully by then it will have grown enough I can make it look somewhat girly. Anyway, it was one of those days that seemed like a nightmare and you hope you could wake up from it. But this morning when I woke up my hair was still GONE!
Its my own fault and it is a lot healthier but I wish I would have gone to someone else in the first place. How would I have known though. Give me a few days and I might feel a little better but in the meantime I can take this as a learning lesson.