Hi all, This happened today. And I m so pissed, at my MIL. We have Diwali party in office this coming weekend. And we have fashion show where we are dressing up and coming to office. Me being new in the organization I wasn't keen on participating in the event, just wanted to be a bystander n watch. But my TL told me that its a team effort so I will have to also buck up n do it. Me being dark and fat, (face full of pimple marks)didn't want to participate. But I was paired off with another guy for the rampwalk. We practiced and also decide color coded clothes. I usually leave office by 7.30 that's our log off time. As usual I left and went to the. Parlor thinking I can atleast do cleanup and my hair cut. I similarly informed my MIL previous day itself, coz being a party I already had planned on getting my hair done. ..and also told her which place I was going to. By the time I reach the place it was already 8pm. And for hair treatment, cut and color, the guy said it will be atleast 10. And facial and wax can do tomorrow. I was fine with it. Mg's my husband the timing. The place I go to is just one building away from my place. So according to me I can be home by 10.05.- which is not a bad time at all. At 9.10 my MIL called me, I was busy in Mani padi and hair so I didnt pick up. After 3 miss calls I picked up when my one hand was free. And put it on speaker phone. And then she yelled at me so bad - that I m a female who is to come home by 8.30. for whom do I need to deck up to show, in office. Come home right away. I was so embarrassed. There were atleast 7 people in waiting at the parlor - due to diwali appointment and offers. They guy who was coloring my hair I told him to stop and wash my hair right away. He called the owner and told her. She was also upset that my half hair is colored and half is not it won't look good. I couldn't even speak to her. I just told her that wash my hair and let me go. What ever is to be done will do tomorrow. I came home, with wet hair, and seeking of colour and with pedicure cream still on my toes. My dear H saw me and I started crying. I told him everything. He said he heard mom yell. So I asked him why didn't he stop mom or why didn't he inform that I have reached parlor only at 8. My hair is half black and half ash gold. I have cried over this for an hour and now writing it down. I have never felt so bad. The people in the parlor know me well and stay close by only. I don't think I can go there again. What do I do with such a MIL.