Well, I'm into my second week at the Salon, now. And it's going fairly well. Slow, of course. That's always the case when you start somewhere new.
So far, I've only had three clients, including a freebie to one of the stylists. But that's OK. It's been long enough since I last worked, that I'm super sore from the hour and a half of deep tissue I did yesterday. Best part though is that she loved it & will be back next week for another. Oh, and as an added bonus, she owns a local nail salon which may help out with the old word of mouth.
The other gals at the salon are starting to warm up to me a little. Some of them, I'm sure, never will. But that's alright by me. As long as no one's mean, I'll get by.
The hardest part of working there is the down time. I've looked at a lot of hair magazines this week. Enough, in fact, that I'm thinking of doing something radically different with my hair. I'm sure Chris just loves this.
I had such long hair when we met. But it was always getting stuck in my armpit or rolled up in car windows. So it's just been getting shorter as the years go by. He says it doesn't matter, but I think it might.
Anyway, back to the salon. I do a lot of sitting around when I'm not doing massage. Enough that I've completed my very first knit sock. That's it up there at the top of the post. Isn't she a beauty?
I can hardly wait to finish the second one so that I can wear them out somewhere to celebrate. Gads, I just re-read that sentence and truly wonder what my life has come to. But, you know what? I really enjoy my knitting.
Plus, I think I look like enough of a bizarre dork that the other employees know I must not care about pecking order and am therefore semi-approachable.
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