mwah ha ha haaaaa!!!!
so. yeah.
i pretty much run a salon. i know the in's and the out's. i know when and what needs to be done in order for things to run smoothly. everything from the inventory to the customer's schedules, to schmoozing, to checking on things that haven't been checked on in a while, to why something break and how to fix it to where to call for help if you don't know how to fix it, to how to solve problems with schedules, walk ins, people who had appointments who somehow got deleted, i think in a snap and fix the problems in a heartbeat, if someone is upset i can make them happy in a blink of an eye...i put the business first...i know the ropes...i pretty much know how to do more there than the owners (although of course, the owners know more about other things at the salon than i do) my point being...when we hired someone to take my place at the front desk and they are not even touching an expectation it makes me livid that i have to take orders from them. yes, orders. not leaders leading me. but orders. and then when i ask of them what anyone asks of me and they resist...i want to shoot them in the face. what good are you?
where can we find another me? seriously. i will never become a hairdresser if i have to keep going back to the front desk. i will forever run the place and never grow in my skills. i am a people-pleaser (there is a red line under pleaser, im assuming i either spelled it wrong, or that isn't even a real word.)
i kinda get shat on even though i am the ultimate salon runner in the world. i should be making about $20/hour for what i do. maybe one day i will. or more. or i don't know. i just want someone reliable, not crazy, and that can pretty much be me. im sorry if that sounds cocky...but its the truth. everyone else comes across as fake. in-genuine. not capable. kinda good at what we want but no memory to perform small tasks. aaahahhahahaha.
im so frustrated.
life is...
what we make of it.
what it is.
how things are.
a bowl full of cherries.
unfair.
like a rollercoaster.
a sea of endless possibilities.
is there anything wrong with wanting to just marry rich and do whatever i want to? i used to think i wanted to be a strong independent female who made my own money and living. now i just wish i was secure and could do what i wanted to. its not that it's too hard, it's that we work so hard to end up freaking out anyways and not enjoying life.
i live in vacation weather almost all year round. how often do i really enjoy it? maybe one weekend out of a month.
this is me wallowing in self pity. im pretty good at it when i want to be. im pretty good at anything if i give it my all. it's already the end of march. where did all the days go? its going at a blink of an eye. wallow wallow wallow. tomorrow after work...and after the gym...i think i should go to the beach and put my feet in the sand and start a new book. or finish on of the three i started reading. there is no love like a dog's love.
good night.
i pretty much run a salon. i know the in's and the out's. i know when and what needs to be done in order for things to run smoothly. everything from the inventory to the customer's schedules, to schmoozing, to checking on things that haven't been checked on in a while, to why something break and how to fix it to where to call for help if you don't know how to fix it, to how to solve problems with schedules, walk ins, people who had appointments who somehow got deleted, i think in a snap and fix the problems in a heartbeat, if someone is upset i can make them happy in a blink of an eye...i put the business first...i know the ropes...i pretty much know how to do more there than the owners (although of course, the owners know more about other things at the salon than i do) my point being...when we hired someone to take my place at the front desk and they are not even touching an expectation it makes me livid that i have to take orders from them. yes, orders. not leaders leading me. but orders. and then when i ask of them what anyone asks of me and they resist...i want to shoot them in the face. what good are you?
where can we find another me? seriously. i will never become a hairdresser if i have to keep going back to the front desk. i will forever run the place and never grow in my skills. i am a people-pleaser (there is a red line under pleaser, im assuming i either spelled it wrong, or that isn't even a real word.)
i kinda get shat on even though i am the ultimate salon runner in the world. i should be making about $20/hour for what i do. maybe one day i will. or more. or i don't know. i just want someone reliable, not crazy, and that can pretty much be me. im sorry if that sounds cocky...but its the truth. everyone else comes across as fake. in-genuine. not capable. kinda good at what we want but no memory to perform small tasks. aaahahhahahaha.
im so frustrated.
life is...
what we make of it.
what it is.
how things are.
a bowl full of cherries.
unfair.
like a rollercoaster.
a sea of endless possibilities.
is there anything wrong with wanting to just marry rich and do whatever i want to? i used to think i wanted to be a strong independent female who made my own money and living. now i just wish i was secure and could do what i wanted to. its not that it's too hard, it's that we work so hard to end up freaking out anyways and not enjoying life.
i live in vacation weather almost all year round. how often do i really enjoy it? maybe one weekend out of a month.
this is me wallowing in self pity. im pretty good at it when i want to be. im pretty good at anything if i give it my all. it's already the end of march. where did all the days go? its going at a blink of an eye. wallow wallow wallow. tomorrow after work...and after the gym...i think i should go to the beach and put my feet in the sand and start a new book. or finish on of the three i started reading. there is no love like a dog's love.
good night.