A Lesson From A Book


“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” – Atticus Finch; To Kill A Mockingbird

To Kill a Mockingbird. This is by far one of my favorite books ever since High School. I admired it the first time that I read it, admired the small hints that were thrown in there by Harper about the social injustice and stigma of mental illness. For me, the book provided far many lessons that people could take away from, with the one of them being the lesson stated above. Now the reason why I am posting above is because tonight, I actually learned this lesson, learned not to be so judgmental of some other people. And that other person just happened to be one of my coworkers in the salon.

As I stated in one of my earlier posts, there was one coworker who was irritating me because she was scrubbing combs with a brush that we used for dishes.  There have been a couple of other things that have been irritating me about her and at times, I found myself getting snappy at her. Well tonight, I decided to get to know her a bit better. It was a slower night, which was something that was appreciated since the rest of the day had been busy. So while we were chilling out and relaxing, I asked her about her experience in other salons and what made her apply at this location. The answer was not what I was expecting at all.

She was telling me about how the girls that she worked at before were not the friendliest people that she could have possibly worked with. Every day when she went it, no one would talk to her and she would spend six hours in silence. That was not the worse of it. The worst of it is what happened to her tools. Now, before I continued onto that, one thing to understand is that a stylist prides themselves on their tools. They are also only as good as their tools. Any damage caused to them caused mistakes in the cuts. It fit started with someone picking up her clippers and accidentally dropping them, damaging them beyond repair. She ended up going through two more clippers and a pair of shears when someone replaced her disinfectant spray with alcohol, causing her tools to scratch up easily and rust. A lot of her tools were brand new as well. When she brought it up to the owner’s attention, he did nothing, telling her that nothing really could be done with what had happened.

That was until she met me at training and this is how, as she told me, she decided that she wanted to come join me at the salon I was at. She told me how she was inspired by me, by the fact that I had been out of hair after dealing with being tormented by people in the salon and yet, had not given up the hope to continue my dream. I had inspired her to continue her dream and to be apart of a salon in which no one would feel left out and everyone would feel comfortable, which is how we try to make it feel like in our salon. To tell you the truth, I was surprised that she thought that I was inspiring and that I was the reason why she had decided to switch salons in the first place. For me, it took my breath away that someone would find me inspiring. Me, inspiring?

After her telling story, we talked about beauty school and how it was for us. Both of us had similar backstory. For the most part, we kept to ourselves and generally did not have many friends at all. We were always studying for tests and making sure that we did well in class. it was strange to me how much in common we actually had in each other. Both of us had similar bad with bad experiences in salons but both of us had the spirit to keep on driving forwards without anyone stopping us. I was amazed.

I guess this is what happens when you least expect it. Sometimes, you really need to get to know someone before judging them and that is what I had to do. I feel like we both now have a good mutual understanding of each other, which will make it a lot easier for us to work with each other, which is always a plus for me. It wasn’t how I was expecting to spend my day however, I am happy that I did. It actually helped to open my eyes a bit and showed me that maybe, I wasn’t as open minded as I thought I was. It takes a lot in order to admit something like that, especially when you least expect a moment like this to occur. Luckily for me, I was able to have my moment today.

What sets a person off..

I am writing this due to the fact that at my work, I am dealing with something that is setting me off on a daily basis, something that is very simple. First of all, let me explain. Forgive me if I have explained it in my other post but I have Bipolar Disorder and anxiety, as well as a possibly personality disorder. All these put together bring out the best and unfortunately, the worse of me at times. My moods have a tendency to shift rather easily and the littlest things have been know to set me off and/or frustrate me. I hide it well but I will voice my opinion when during the need. Such comes the case to one of my coworkers.

You see, I am a hairstylist and was the first person hired on at the location where I work therefore, everything that was set up, was place in a certain place for a reason. I like everything neat and organized, being put well together in spots where I know where they are. And when new girls come on, I kindly show them the way that things are placed because otherwise, I will be driven mad with trying to find the object and get to the point of pure frustration. Unfortunately, one of my coworkers has yet to understand the way that things are done and seem to move things around so that I might have to search for them. Alright, that is fine but there was one thing I am not fine with.

Her using the brush for cleaning the dishes to be used on hair combs.

Oh yes, you have heard me correctly. She has used the dishes brush to clean the combs with human hair. The brush that I use to clean the silverware with. Imagine how disgusted I was when I found human hair in the bristles and asked my manager if someone was using  it for what it wasn’t intended for.  Clearly, she had no idea as well. So the day that I found out, I wrote on that brush “For Dishes Only” hoping that she would be intelligent enough to understand that someone was really getting irritated by her stupidity. And again, the next day, there was more hair in the bristles of the brush.

To be honest, I really don’t know what to do. I talked to my manager, who said she would get a new brush for the dishes but I feel like the same thing will happen all over again. This stylist has no regards for anyone’s personal health and safety nor does she really seem to care. Yet, what always surprises me is that she is always complaining about how we do not have safety rules and regulations up in the backroom.

Am I the only one who is sensing a hypocrite here?