Since my attempts to see the glass as half full, lots has happened…allow me to update.
The Bright Side of the BS Pimp Game….
Before I get started, let me preface this post by saying that I’ve battled an ugly case of writer’s block lately, hence the longest delay in posting since I started this blog. Yes, it’s a real condition for which I desperately wish I had a cure. When it strikes, one who typically writes with fluidity suddenly finds it difficult to put thoughts to paper. It’s a real pain and despite battling it for years, I’ve yet to come even-close to finding a solution. Once the severity of said symptoms lessen, I manage to trudge out a few paragraphs until it ultimately passes. All I can do.
The upside of being pimped at BS (thank goodness I found one) is the experience gained from working on actual clients. Paying strangers who give feedback, have special requests, lack any familiarity with the term “spa voice” and do all the things that real clients would do in the “real world”, such as tip. Surprisingly, BS clients tip very well and I really enjoy the satisfied feeling that comes from making someone feel great about their skin and the service I provided. A feeling that we don’t experience from working on each other or eager cosmetology students begging for free services. So there it is, the only upside thus far. I’ve averaged it out that we each earn BS about $200 in revenue during our two-day weekly clinics. Not much right? Multiply that by 9 & you get $1800 per week for my class alone, not to mention the other, larger classes. We only see the tips portion of that income. Looking at the big picture, I already know that my goal is to work for myself. Realized a long time ago, the real reward is in the owning not the working but to do so, you have to KNOW what you’re doing. Before I had my first admissions meeting with BS, I mapped out my plan. I’ve tweaked it a little over the last eight weeks but for the better. Main goal is still the same, just the journey there has changed a bit. Which leads me to my next topic….
Goodbyes suck.
This week started much different from any other so far at BS. Ms. Tanna waited until we were all seated before she started with.. “Girls, I have some news that I have to share with you. My husband was offered a job in his company that will relocate him to California. So… I’m…. Leaving….”
A few minutes of silence and shock filled the space between her last word and the first sigh of disbelief that was followed by dozens of others. We couldn’t believe it. We had questions. She had answers. The bottom line: her last day was only three weeks away. I felt sad. Still do. Sad, concerned, disappointed, lil worried. I connect with Ms. Tanna. I see her as a mentor. We share the same outlook and passion for this industry. She gets that I’m not here on daddy’s dime or because the job market tanked landing us in a recession that caused many to reconsider their options so why not “try this”. She likes that I “walk to the beat of my own drummer”, encourages and understands it. She’s equal parts teacher, mother, mentor, example and she wears all hats very well. In my opinion, she’s the best educator this school has to offer, not to mention skilled in managing what could easily be an out of control class. Some days, it’s like nails on a chalkboard to me. I wonder how some people never seem to run out of stories (NEVER) and why they feel the need to share every single one of them. Fake laughter and obligatory gestures can be just as draining as genuine laughter and real emotion. The latter makes me happy, while the former drains my energy and makes me sleepy with annoyance. So, with this news, I plan to use my remaining time with Ms. Tanna to the best of my ability. She will be at our graduation in June which is nice, though bittersweet.
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