Four Out Of Five Aint Bad

I called in sick to work on Sat so I could spend a little much needed time pulling my head out of my ass. It flew by, but I feel much better and cant WAIT to leave wed night for nine days in NYC. Thats nine days without work or school. Kenehorah. I am writing in a real rush, which I hate cause some of the good stuff inevitably gets away. The end of the quarter was interesting. First of all, the practical exams were a trip. I squeaked in under the line, taking my relaxer client out from under the dryer at 225 when we had to be all the way finished at 230. Carrie's foil was first and I think it came out really well. The high lift color was perfect and the only thing I would do differently next time would be to remix a batch halfway through to keep the same potency in each section. I had all her foils in in under an hour and I felt pretty good about that. I followed Lindseys perm to the letter but it didnt take. I felt like aside from wrapping it on way small rods and risking a poodle perm that I did everything I could do to ensure success. I failed. I have to retake it next quarter. WEAK!!! Who the hell else is gonna let me perm their hair??? Im going to have to go and recruit at a nursing home. Oh well. Its good for me, builds character. Ms Dolores tore me apart in her grading. I think someone told her that I said she was crazy as a shithouse rat because she has been ignoring me like a po'd 7th grader for the last month. I dont really care exept that it means that she takes it out on me by enforcing even more nitpicky rules than usual. The rest of the test went fine and considering it was my first perm on a human being, I suppose it makes sense. This whole perm thing is like studying conversational latin anyway, dead dead dead!! If you live in an urban area and arent planning to work at great clips "select outdated service" salon, you really dont need the perming.Then we have our traditional mind numbing three days of time wasting and socializing. I did Brianna's hair again, the blonde to pink to purple and it came out beautifully this time. On the wed after the practical, I brought Lincoln in for a few hours to give everyone little fifteen minute massages. It was great. Everyone was so excited about it and I think it was the first time most people had ever really had a massage (or possibly even positive touching experience?) Plus Lincoln got to witness the characters first hand. A real plus. We were having our class potluck. I brought the ingredients for huevos rancheros and we had a little griddle in the room, mimosas, tiramisu, smoothies. We lived it up. Very cute. Its nice for us all to have some down time together, although the six hours was certainly enough and verging on too much. Do you remember Leann? The glassy eye of the goldfish? It turns out wed was her last day. she told Ms V since she didnt pass her practical and was missing a bunch of hours that she was going to go to another school. Apparantly she just didnt feel like she was getting it, and she had been to another school before this one...after she finished her training as a dental hygenist. She didnt tell any of us that she was leaving, didnt say goodbye, and didnt come for personal service day on thursday or to clean the school on friday. In fact, she told Arteaya that she didnt see why she should come and clean up if she wasnt coming back. Sit back and try to imagine what it would be like to have such an atrophied sense of personal responsibility, I cant even imagine being able to have that little follow through, and that little integrity. I guess there is a whole level of not caring what people think about you that I havent even scratched the surface of yet. I have a feeling its more that you only dont care if you think you can avoid ever seeing those people again. I would wonder how she could bear going to these vocational schools over and over agian but I think its like the goldfish; by the time it gets around the bowl, it wonders what life is like on the other side...A previous student named Scarlet who has now spent about two years not finishing the program and is now in Poker dealing school. High, high level of drift. She was clearing out her drawer and noted that she had a few more hours left for next quarter and she said aloud "Oh well, fuckit! I have a man and a kid and a house already, and thats what i wanted so who cares?" Thats verbatim. I almost felt jealous, but shook it off. Fast.
I did Frannie's hair color on Sat night and finally got it that smoky blonde weve been trying for. I had a hard time rinsing the bleach out of her locks for some reason and I still feel a little nervous about it. I did the hair of another woman, Mayuna, who dances with us. It was very cute, cornrows into twists. Here's a situation: So every wednesday I have a lock client. He is just starting his locks so it takes weekly maintainance. Ive been doing this for about two months, and since we passed the "my youre attractive" hurdle that you pretty much have to pass with any man in any situation, things have been cool. Especially since he told his turkish friend that his chances with me were slim (hes 19) so hes stopped coming over and gazing at me as I twist. Anyway, now we have a new issue and its the wackest. For the last two weeks, when i come in and set up the chair, which faces the window, the tv and his stacks of vhs, there have been really obviously placed and super graphic porno dvds directly in my line of vision on the tops of the stacks of regular videos. Both times he has made a nebulous comment, as if to himself, like "oh yeah I have those five day rentals to return." So as to maybe draw my attention to the video area. I have said nothing about it, i dont want to go there with him AT ALL. But I just know its not an accident. I mean men are so concious about porn as to go to great lengths to hide it from their girlfriends, so I know if it was left out like that it must be on purpose. I know he has a girlfriend and he thinks I have a man (its just easier that way, releives the need for an explanation of how on earth i could resist him without some moral obligation to someone else) so I dont know what his desired outcome is. What does he want me to say? Or is it just hot to him that he and I and AZZ FUC*ERS part 23 are in the same room together? Whatever it is, its weird and I think I may have to say something when he calls to book me when I get back from NYC. Something like "Oh, and before I forget, please return the videos BEFORE I get there this time," or " Ill be there at five, please put the porn away by quarter till." Any suggestions?