Am I Lion?
It's been a damn while. Haven't felt much up for the writing for some reason. I've been feeling slack, and a little drained. I had an excellent week last week. A far cry from the week before.
I have the urge to quit smoking. Hot weather kind of does that to me. I feel stinky enough without having to add cigarettes into the equation. Perhaps only in social situations - or perhaps none at all until I can conquer my inability to stick to commitments. I have taken up eating sunflower seeds in order to combat my oral/manual fixations. It's more an at home thing, you know, so as to avoid smoking indoors.
Haven't been able to acquire much new music as of late. We had a Wella class (one of the color lines the salon carries) on Monday, and the instructor lady went around, as an ice breaker, asking what we would wish for if we could wish for anything at that moment. I just wanted to afford to go to the music store. When I say afford, I mean Ryan afford to go the music store. Living as a stylist is a lot less glamorous than I had anticipated. I need to start actually playing music. Perhaps then things would be a little more interesting post-work. Interesting class nonetheless.
On another work related note, I had someone actually stick up for me at this class. I mean, he made me feel a little inexperienced (which wasn't the problem...I knew what the problem was and how to fix it), but I'm sure the ones being a little pushy felt worse. I'm pretty much not confrontational in the least, and having someone be so because I wouldn't have been was fucking....awesome, to put it lightly. He had comment earlier on in the class that the instructor was a little rude and snippy. She didn't start the class like that. I told him why I thought she had been - everyone taking the class (that being everyone at the salon), was at her throat. Perhaps everyone is a bit of a blanket statement, but it was the majority. It seemed that everyone would either make a snide comment or say something bitchy. It was just a general rudeness. Sure as shit, the lady saw the rudeness from some of these other stylists to me, and she latched onto the coworker being my model for the class and myself. This coworker is a senior stylists and ten years older than me. For those of you that don't know what the "senior stylist" thing means - it means he's been doing hair for a long damn time. I, following directions from the Wella instructor, colored his hair, and it didn't quite turn out as kick ass as initially planned. While I was trying to correct it, about four people huddle around me. Salon stations aren't that huge, and it was starting to stress me out. On top of it, they were attacking everything I was doing (which was exactly what I was told to do). He told them to, "back the fuck off my boy." First off, I've never had anyone I somewhat admired tell people to "back the fuck off"...let alone someone call me their "boy". They backed off. Right quick. I had just taken a breath and was ready to take the abuse. He actually saw me getting nervous and take a deep breath after about three or four minutes of shit-talking. What he said afterward was that these people aren't afraid of being put in their place, and that was why they aren't afraid of being rude as shit to someone's face. Made perfect sense to me. I have been upset about these people's rudeness for a while now...almost to the point of not even wanting to go to work. He actually said this to those rude people. I mean, he could have gone about it in a slightly more polite way, but he was effective. They even told him for saying "fuck" in front of non-salon people. How cool is that?
Hopefully everyone is having a nice evening. I'm off to watch some movies and hit the sack. G'night.
Ryan.
I have the urge to quit smoking. Hot weather kind of does that to me. I feel stinky enough without having to add cigarettes into the equation. Perhaps only in social situations - or perhaps none at all until I can conquer my inability to stick to commitments. I have taken up eating sunflower seeds in order to combat my oral/manual fixations. It's more an at home thing, you know, so as to avoid smoking indoors.
Haven't been able to acquire much new music as of late. We had a Wella class (one of the color lines the salon carries) on Monday, and the instructor lady went around, as an ice breaker, asking what we would wish for if we could wish for anything at that moment. I just wanted to afford to go to the music store. When I say afford, I mean Ryan afford to go the music store. Living as a stylist is a lot less glamorous than I had anticipated. I need to start actually playing music. Perhaps then things would be a little more interesting post-work. Interesting class nonetheless.
On another work related note, I had someone actually stick up for me at this class. I mean, he made me feel a little inexperienced (which wasn't the problem...I knew what the problem was and how to fix it), but I'm sure the ones being a little pushy felt worse. I'm pretty much not confrontational in the least, and having someone be so because I wouldn't have been was fucking....awesome, to put it lightly. He had comment earlier on in the class that the instructor was a little rude and snippy. She didn't start the class like that. I told him why I thought she had been - everyone taking the class (that being everyone at the salon), was at her throat. Perhaps everyone is a bit of a blanket statement, but it was the majority. It seemed that everyone would either make a snide comment or say something bitchy. It was just a general rudeness. Sure as shit, the lady saw the rudeness from some of these other stylists to me, and she latched onto the coworker being my model for the class and myself. This coworker is a senior stylists and ten years older than me. For those of you that don't know what the "senior stylist" thing means - it means he's been doing hair for a long damn time. I, following directions from the Wella instructor, colored his hair, and it didn't quite turn out as kick ass as initially planned. While I was trying to correct it, about four people huddle around me. Salon stations aren't that huge, and it was starting to stress me out. On top of it, they were attacking everything I was doing (which was exactly what I was told to do). He told them to, "back the fuck off my boy." First off, I've never had anyone I somewhat admired tell people to "back the fuck off"...let alone someone call me their "boy". They backed off. Right quick. I had just taken a breath and was ready to take the abuse. He actually saw me getting nervous and take a deep breath after about three or four minutes of shit-talking. What he said afterward was that these people aren't afraid of being put in their place, and that was why they aren't afraid of being rude as shit to someone's face. Made perfect sense to me. I have been upset about these people's rudeness for a while now...almost to the point of not even wanting to go to work. He actually said this to those rude people. I mean, he could have gone about it in a slightly more polite way, but he was effective. They even told him for saying "fuck" in front of non-salon people. How cool is that?
Hopefully everyone is having a nice evening. I'm off to watch some movies and hit the sack. G'night.
Ryan.