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.

Thank a Stylist


People are such interesting beings, each with their own personality, the way they act around others and in different situations that they are placed within. People react completely different to each other as well, which makes them even more complex beings. I enjoy being around people, I really do but there are times that people really do bug me. There have been plenty of times that I wish that I could actually be by myself without the aid of another around me. Don’t get what I mean. I will admit, I do get social anxiety and being around people does stress me out at times. Some people, especially those who seem to be more vibrant in personality, tend to tire me out. I am not exactly an introvert, but I am not exactly an extrovert either. Perhaps, we should start calling me an ambivert, since I seem to have the best of both worlds and seem comfortably stuck in the middle.

Now why am I bringing this up? I am a hairstylist and there are times that people do frustrate me and having Bipolar, it happens more than often. When a person does not explain themselves to the best of their abilities and are lacking in their terms of describing a haircut, I can get very easily frustrated, especially when I ask you a question and you agree to it when you really meant no (yes, this happened to me today). I would rather had some sort of honesty than being lied to my face. It makes me a very unhappy camper and makes you look like a complete idiot to me. And please, don’t act like I don’t know how to cut your hair. I am not stupid as much as you might think that I am. If you explain yourself correctly to me and let me do my job, I promise you, you will get the cut you are looking for.

As you all can tell, I have become rather frustrated with this to the point that I was nearly crying on the floor because of it. I pride myself on a lot of my men’s cuts and to have a guy tell me that I did not know how to cut his hair caused a lot of pain to him. Especially when I have men who return to me to get their hair done. Doing hair is my pride and my passion and by having someone telling you, who doesn’t know how to cut hair mind you, that you “cut their hair wrong” is a kick in the gut. It hurts the pride and effort that all stylist put into working with hair.

A lot of men and women who work in hair do not do it for the money, for there is hardly any money to be made in hair. They do it for the passion that they have for it. A lot of them do it for the people in the industry as well as the customers that they met. They do it for the love of hair and all things beautiful. A lot of these men and women do it to see your smiling faces after you see the finished look, to see the happiness on your face after your see the finished product. So please, do me a favor. After you are finished sitting in the salon chair, getting your cut, color, wax, etc., thank a stylist. They work long hours on their feet just to see your smile.