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Finally, For all of those who said "Hunter, why do you not have a blog?"

Your Prayers have been answered my little cupcakes!

I feel like my first post needs to be something of some interest...

So, I will tell a little story of something grand that happened at my place of employment a couple days ago.

For those who do not know I work at a hair salon.  I work at the front desk.  

It sounds like such an easy job I know, but take this into consideration...I check clients in, check them out, book appointments, cater to there hateful needs, hang up their furs, listen to them yell at there maids on the phone, and make sure that all 25 stylists books are running up to par, all while trying to maintain a constant smile which is very hard for a cynic like myself.

I COULD actually have an entire blog dedicated to things that happen at my salon....

but instead, you're going to get lucky if you get one a week!

Onward with my story.....

The time is about 10:55 when a middle aged plump woman opens the front door to the salon.  Before I can even utter the words "Good Afternoon how are you today" a large mink coat has already been tossed over the counter and landed ontop of my computer. "Elaine Downsby, I have an 11:15 appointment with Elle" she says.  I quickly move the very large heavy mink coat off of my computer and try not to choke as the smell of "White Diamonds" enters my nostrils.  "Alright Elaine, I've got you all checked in.  I've sent Elle a page to let her know you are here, you can head on back and have a seat."  Elaine pranced her way to the back of the salon and took a seat.  I hung up her coat still trying not to throw up.  The whole front desk area now reaked of her "has-been" perfume.  

The time is now 11:00 as I walk back to use the restroom, i had to take a quick pause as i saw Elaine standing in front of a client at the shampoo bowl.  The client is reclined with her head into the bowl, Elle is scrubbing her scalp, and Elaine is standing there staring at the both of them not saying a word.  Before I even had time to make my escape to the bathroom I was spotted by the evil hoss of a woman.  "Hunter, would you please meet me at the front desk, we have a great deal of things to discuss!" she said.  I kept my composure, smiled sweetly and said "Absolutely Elaine!"  I walked behind the counter and looked up directly into the eyes of evil. Without a blink of an eye she pursed her overly plump collagen injected lips and said "Darling, I am going to have to reschedule.  Elle is just running WAY to far behind!" I responded by saying "Elaine, It is only 11:10, your appointment is not for another 5 minutes, I can get you a nice cup of 100% Columbian Coffee and I can go check with Elle and make sure that she is running on time, i'm sure it wont be more than about 5 minutes" She glared at me leaned over the counter into my face and said "By all means little one, do whatever it is you need to do to make yourself feel that you are of some great importance in this establishment!!"  I was mortified that this woman had the nerve to even go there with me.  If i knew that I wouldn't get fired I would have taken the bottle of haircolor beside me and drenched that oh so fabulous mink coat of hers hanging on that rack and left the building and had a cigarette. But instead I kepy my composure, walked to the back and asked Elle if she was going to be longer than 5 minutes because the spawn of satan was about to eat me whole.  She said she would be NO longer than 5 minutes.  I walked back up to the front and let Elaine know that Elle was running on time.  She glared at me and then walked through the salon making snarky comments about each stylist letting me know that we hire way to many people that don't fit her standards.  She ended up booking an appointment with a girl named Lacey. I threw the mink coat at her and she left..

This is where the story gets better...

After she left another stylist came up to me and let me know of an amazing situation that happened involving Elaine and another client about a year ago...

Apparently, Elaine was walking up to the front desk and passed another client, in there passing Elaine did her good deed for the year and without looking at the woman said "How are you today?"  The other woman in response, full voice stopped in front of her and said, "I would be A LOT better when you stop FUCKING MY HUSBAND!"  Silence filled the salon, and Elaine quickly marched for the door!  The other woman looked around the salon and said "Alright bitches SHOWS OVER back to getting your hair done!"

WHAT IS MY WORK PLACE?!?!?  

I'm tired of typing that's all for today!