The Life of a Spa Junkie

Holy mother of god. Has it seriously been nearly a month since I posted? Insane. It seems like I go in spurts — a couple posts in a week or so then BAM! I go all M.I.A.

What you didn’t know is that I’m actually a Secret Agent. Kind of like 007. When I’m not here I’m off on some special assignment.

Or not.

So remember that time the restaurant that screwed me over decided to ask how it compared to the nail salon I’m at now? Well for those of you who might have wondered (since I haven’t really talked much about it): it’s a million times better. Better than the service industry. Better than Corporate America. It’s pretty much awesome.

Sure, I’m working 6-7 days a week – a few of those days from open to close – but when the people you work with are awesome, you get to hang out and bullshit with the regulars, manage the company’s (and your own) social media accounts, and make sure daily operations run smoothly – and get paid for it? And free spa services?

Umm, awesome much? I think yes. 

To be honest, I kind of fell into the position. I’d randomly been applying for front desk / assistant management positions when I got back from my West Coast adventure, knowing that I needed to get out of the service industry and back into a reliable paycheck kind of job. I applied for a position at a salon with cross-streets close to my apartment, landed an interview, and did the next most logical thing: scheduled an eyebrow wax. I mean, you can’t show up to an interview with terrible eyebrows…

As I was bullshitting with my esthetician (who’s an absolute goddess and miracle worker when it comes to brows) about what I had going on the next few days, I mentioned I had an interview at a salon the next day. One thing led to another, and I soon learned that my interview was actually at their sister location. I mean, what are the odds?

And just like that she called the manager there, cancelled my interview, and hired me on the spot. Winning!

Fast forward a few months and here I am…nearly eight months later (whoa!) and absolutely loving it. Not just because it’s a pretty easy/fun/rewarding gig, but also because some of the craziest shit happens around here which really keeps things interesting and makes every day an adventure. Sometimes I think I instigate it, but most of the time people are just straight up dumb and bring it upon themselves.

There’s a saying that goes “It’s better be a smartass than a dumbass.” It’s pretty much my unofficial mantra. Especially when people have funny names like Venus. In situations like this I conveniently put them with my nail technician named Mars. Why? Because I can. And because it’s funny.

I can’t tell you how many times a day I have to explain to people that we don’t do acrylic nails, that I have no idea where they can get them done, and that everyone sitting here really does have actual real nails. Mind blowing, right? I mean, it’s 2015….who knew that people still got acrylic nails. Well, outside of the ghetto.

Don’t even get me started on people showing up late. Not just “late” but chronically late. Like, if being late were a disease they should be six feet under. Every. Single. Time. Some people tolerate it. I am not one of these people. I find pleasure in putting them in their place. Consider it a learning experience for them. I like to think it’s my contribution to society.

Oh, your appointment was 20 minutes ago and you didn’t call to let me know you’re running late? You couldn’t be bothered to answer the phone when I called you twice to see if you wanted me to reschedule you? Well too bad, so sad, sweetie. Now you can sit and wait like the person sitting here who walked in wanting the same service and could’ve been done by now had I started them at the time you were supposed to be here.

You better believe that these people don’t let it happen again. *hair flip*

Craziness aside though, it’s a great job.

Am I making boatloads of money? No.

Do I enjoy going to work every day? Yes.

Am I (for once) not living paycheck to paycheck or having to worry about my check bouncing? Yes.

At the end of the day, what matters most is that my bills are getting paid, my debt is getting paid down/off, and I’m enjoying what I’m doing.

Plus my eyebrows are always perfect…….and that is priceless.

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