| First inkling of success 2003-09-17 18:27:59 ET |
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So only a few weeks into the apprenticeship, I got my first real recognition of the potential I have.
The cutting class went very well...My model was a little late, but it's all good, because I wanted a little time to relax before class, anyway...not to mention the massive drama he's got going on, poor guy.
Every time my teacher checked my work, he complimented me greatly. He made me feel really comfortable and confident. He said I did an acceptionally good time for my first class. I took that to heart, too, because working at home on my friends' hair is different...especially when it's Dylan.
At the salon, you've got people all around you who've worked there for 15-30 years who know a hell of a lot more than you do. You've got the teacher watching you, as well as your fellow students. There's a lot more pressure involved, but it wasn't hard to tune everyone out except for Peter and my model.
Ashby's not going to be happy with my 12 hour days, haha...She misses her mum. I got the biggest greeting from her today...it was like she hadn't seen me in a week when i got home.
Anyhow...time to cook us some foodstuff and get my ass to bed...got another one of these tomorrow :P
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| 2003-09-16 21:07:11 ET |
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Work work work...we work for fifty years...we bust our asses...for meager little paychecks that barely pay the bills. We work because somehow working hard today, living in poverty today, somehow gives us hope that tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be something better than scrounging for that last bit of change so you can even *get* to work. At least, this I hope.
I will be working a thankless job for the next two years as a servant at the very bottom rung of the totem pole. I will not get a raise at all for the next two years no matter how hard I work, or how many hours. Truth be told, they don't even technically have to pay me. It's like going into beauty school boot camp, where we all wear pink boots with glitter on them. Where our gun is a blow-dryer or squirty water bottle.
I feel like I've sold myself into slavery and won't start getting any sort of respect for at least a year. Bah humbug, I say.
I have a 12 hour day tomorrow. 8 hour work day and then a three hour class. But...on the upside, tomorrow is also payday...Yay, i get to spend my lunch hour in a bank....thrilling...
Not very positive today, obviously. I had to buy another mannequin head for class because my teacher wants to make sure that we actually cut our mannequins next week...we have a test on the chapter...BAH HUMBUG...does she really expect me to get a haircut done in 20 min after only three weeks of class one freakin' day a week? Not fair, not fair...fuck this...i hate that fucking school...It's a waste of time and money...but without them, I'd be lost in a mountain of school loans.
I hope my hair model doesn't flake on me tomorrow. I love him to death, but I also know him very well.
oi.
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| All the songs I've heard before, all the steps I'll dance once more. 2003-09-15 09:03:27 ET |
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I had a dream the other night that entailed my seeing a long lost friend at a club. He was aged well beyond his years. 50 or 60, perhaps when he's only 24. His long hair had mostly fallen out, and to be frank, he looked like shit. I was drinking absynthe (sp?) and he sought me out. I don't remember what he wanted. But he followed me around. I think he wanted to take me away from the club.
Anyhow. Anyone...ANYONE with long hair past your shoulders who wants an inch or more trim, I NEED HAIR MODELS FOR WORK! In fact, even if you're looking for a new look, let me know you're interested, although I won't be able to book you for a while, because I'm just doing trims right now....It's FREE. All you have to do is sit in a chair during my class and let me and my teacher poke at your hair. We will not cut off anything you don't want us to :] How much we cut off is specified by you. The class is from 5-8 on wed and thurs, but you would only be booked for one day. I already have a model for this wed, the 17th, but I need one for the 18th. I do have one more model booked, but that's not until the 1st.
Well...anyhow. brefast.
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| 2003-09-12 16:53:22 ET |
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So I found out today that my post earlier was taboo and I could possibly get fired if anyone ever found out.
I also have the creepy crawlies because today has been a very "ant" day. Ants in the mornin, ants in the afternoon, and ants in the evening...
...meanwhile among my many battles with ants today, our newest addition to the household, James, an optometry student from Ohio, is manufacturing a way to sypher (sp?) DSL from us :P
I felt really useless at work today. People were busy and they needed me to do things I'm not authorized to do, yet...and they seemed annoyed by it. I feel bad, but there's nothing I can do, you know?
Time for choc. chip cookies...that stuff always makes life better.
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| Workieworkieworkie! 2003-09-12 07:09:32 ET |
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I'm at work...I feel cool because I'm updating from work.
The salon was a mess, but we cleaned it, cuz Kelly and I ROCK the HIZOUSE, yo! And, like...There are no clients until ten. WOOOOT!
We are listening to Johnny Cash in honor of his passing. Dammit. I hate it when cool people kick the bucket. I never even had the opportunity to see him live :[ Unless it was at the Fleadh Festival in '99. I was too drunk to know who was onstage. Poo on me.
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