Last I talked to you bloggers about work, I was running out of time and lamenting searching for another job. Well, the searching, though sad, wasn't as painstakingly long and drawn out as I had thought it would be. I did a lot of praying for God to give me favor, wisdom, patience, courage, and such. Like, a lot of praying.
Then one day I was reminded that there was a woman who owned a salon, whose kids went to school with my brother. I went one day to pick him up, hoping that maybe this potential employer would be there and we could chat really quick, but her kids ended up being in after school care and she wasn't there.
So I went home, left a message for her at her house, and then sat back and waited. A couple days later, my mom and I had just come from the gym and had books to drop at the library on our way home. Mom pulls up to the curb, I hop out, thinking I'm only going to run these books in, plop them on the counter and run back out.
Upon entering the library one is faced with shelves of fictitious new arrivals...and if you're me, the perspective employer you called a couple days ago.
I saw her, did a double take, then rushed to the counter, left my books, and ran outside to the car.
"MOM!" I said startled, "MOM, I think I just saw Mrs. R!"
"Did you talk to her?" she asked, eyebrows raised. ...well, no...I was in my gym clothes, my hair was messy, pulled back into a scruffy ponytail. I was wearing last night's makeup.
"NO! Mom, I look awful!" "Well...we're going in to talk to her, how often does this happen? Come on!"
She jumped out of the car, I followed. This went against everything I had been taught or told. When meeting a potential employer, specifically one that owns a HAIR SALON where they practiced cosmetology - the art and science of beauty, where they made people feel gorgeous and happy, YOU are supposed to look the part. Hair done nice, make up noticeably clean(not all over your face because you slept on it), clothes professional. You are NOT supposed to look like you rolled out of bed and went straight to the gym...like me.
We walked into the Library, found Mrs. R, and approached her. She remembered us from a beach trip early last summer. Good, I thought, she remembers me. Then, she asked if I was working...
"Well, actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about..." and so it went from there. She seemed very enthusiastic as we traded numbers. She talked about her salon, asked about what I could do, and school. "This is fantastic, such a God thing!" she said. Yeah, I think she was right :)
I gave her a call the following Tuesday and went to the salon for an interview. It went very well. The salon was lovely, Mrs. R was really nice, and they use REDKEN!!!! The meeting was over in 15 minutes and I was told she would call me on Monday with their decision, she still had to talk with her business partner. I left smiling, having given her plenty of references, and hopefully, plenty of incentive to hire me. During the interview I wasn't really nervous, as I had been at Gugliotti's. It felt comfortable. Good.
A week went by, and things got busy. I ended up giving her a buzz on Tuesday. "I definitely want to move foreword with this." were her words. And with that we set up another meeting for the following Monday to talk about it even more. It seemed like a lot of waiting, but it also seemed to be working out, so I kept praying and stayed patient.
Three days ago, Monday the 28th of February, I went over to the Salon(in Vernon) and sat down in the comfy red leather love seat in Mrs. R's office. She asked me if I wanted to go foreword with this, to which my reply was a resounding YES! She then handed me product books that I (still) need to study, went over what she was thinking schedule, pay, training-wise. It all sounded wonderful! This feels like it will be a good place to call "home", and I hope that that is what it turns out to be. I start this Monday. I'm happy, but I'm still praying. A lot of praying.
It's been an interesting weekend, and the start of the week was pretty amazing as well. So Imma keep hoping and praying and thinking, and getting ready, and thinking and praying some more.
Ok Vernon, here I come!
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