Sugar Fixe, a small local coffee shop. They always knew my order, grande cafe mocha with 2 extra shots.
I worked Tuesday through Saturday, 40 hours a week. The salon was an enormous 10,000 SF with a beautiful modern loft feel. I worked with 25 stylists, categorized based on experience. We had apprentices, newer stylists, to senior stylist, and of course master stylists. I was a newer stylist, who graduated the apprentice program at the salon a few years ago.
The apprentice program was about 1-2 years and involved bringing in 100 blow-dry, haircut, and color models on days off in order to earn a stylist position. As well as, working 40 hours a week helping stylists, folding the signature royal blue hair towels, changing the little garbage cans , tearing foils, mixing color, sweeping the floor, and anything that looked like it needed to be cleaned in the salon.
As a stylist, I was required to stand eight hours a day taking care of clients, cleaning the salon, or helping other fellow stylists. My boss, Tina, was a tall, thin, Italian mid thirties woman who always said, “ If you have time to stand, you have time to clean. Sitting down was a non negotiable at my job. When I was not with a client, I was busy helping other experienced stylists.
A few years later, I felt drained, but kept my head up high because I wanted to reassure my decision. I clearly remember one Saturday evening , I walked into the salon bathroom, lock the door and sat on the wooden floor. I could not…