I've spent my whole working life (mind you, it's not been that long) behind a desk writing legal paperwork for the stock market, mortgages, and non profit organizations. I'm great at it, I understand it, it pays well....but I HATE it.
I have taken two years out of the 8+ that I'll need to complete my law and psych degree and while I absolutely adore the psychological aspect, the law side is beginning (always has) to bore me.
I decided to take a break and branch out. To do something that I've always had a passion for.
HAIR AND MAKEUP!!
What a lovely idea, right?
It sounds fantastic and fun. A nice break from the dull fog of pressed pants and button ups that must be ironed and dry cleaned and the creation of black and white documents that must be signed in blue ink with a stamp that says I sat there and watched them sign that piece of crushed and processed tree.
WRONG!
I really love it, I am completely enamored with every aspect except for...
wait for it....
The other people.
What a caddy and stuck up industry fashion and hair design is. If you don't fit the mold of what is considered perfect then you are a complete abomination to the entire salon.
I'm on the alternative side. I like tattoos and bright neon hair. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy as long as my client loves what they see in the mirror even if it's granny that just needed curlers to set her style for the week.
I didn't get into this business to judge someone for what they want done with their hair or makeup, I want to make them happy with what they see in the mirror and how they feel when they walk down the mall or a runway (wishful thinking). While I really enjoy creating funky cuts or doing fantasy style makeup, I'm happy just cutting off split ends and adding a few highlights. Just let me play with your hair and I'm fucking happy.
Turns out, that's not how it works in the real world. They are gross little shit talking backstabbers that gossip about everyone (clients included) while they live their boring lives and bitch about having to work.
Well...here is my bitching and gossiping for the day. :-)
I'm going to show them one day that passion and non judgement in this industry will, in fact, get you further.
New mission: Change the view of the fashion industry to enjoy all different looks and sizes and shapes and styles. Embrace differences and use that as your chance to create something new that no one has ever seen. Create by accepting any and all ideas and using them to your advantage!!
One day and one client at a time....
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Random updates
As it turns out, it's quite difficult to post from a tablet. :-) I've tried several times but it gets cut off after a certain number of words and then I'm fucked.
Be careful what you wish for. That's my latest life lesson. I should have already known this considering that I've posted about it and warned others but I suppose that it's true that you must learn from your own mistakes.
I asked for a job that required moving around constantly. Part time hours and something that I was interested in. Hair and makeup!
Where did I end up?
The Salon....aka...HELL.
It is the most unprofessional place I've ever come in contact with and I can't imagine that they've been in business for as long as they have. They (I think) are used to the employees that are younger and not quite sure what sort of treatment is acceptable because they tend to use very unconventional and illegal manipulation to get what they want. I'm not even making enough money for my bills. In all reality, this place is a place that is of no benefit to me.
Why don't I leave?
Simple.
I can't. I'm "over qualified" for any other job I've attempted to apply for at the moment and I can't get any of the restaurants to call me back for a serving position.
As it turns out, working at an office as a manager at such a young age only benefited me so much. Now that experience is turning on me and no one wants to hire me because they can't "afford" me or I'm "over qualified"
Life goes on though and on a happier note, Jesse and I are still going strong. He's still just as amazing as I thought he'd be and it's a great change compared to what I've become accustomed to in relationships.
Be careful what you wish for. That's my latest life lesson. I should have already known this considering that I've posted about it and warned others but I suppose that it's true that you must learn from your own mistakes.
I asked for a job that required moving around constantly. Part time hours and something that I was interested in. Hair and makeup!
Where did I end up?
The Salon....aka...HELL.
It is the most unprofessional place I've ever come in contact with and I can't imagine that they've been in business for as long as they have. They (I think) are used to the employees that are younger and not quite sure what sort of treatment is acceptable because they tend to use very unconventional and illegal manipulation to get what they want. I'm not even making enough money for my bills. In all reality, this place is a place that is of no benefit to me.
Why don't I leave?
Simple.
I can't. I'm "over qualified" for any other job I've attempted to apply for at the moment and I can't get any of the restaurants to call me back for a serving position.
As it turns out, working at an office as a manager at such a young age only benefited me so much. Now that experience is turning on me and no one wants to hire me because they can't "afford" me or I'm "over qualified"
Life goes on though and on a happier note, Jesse and I are still going strong. He's still just as amazing as I thought he'd be and it's a great change compared to what I've become accustomed to in relationships.
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