I see my weekly client come in and sit on my chair. “The usual”, he tells me casually. I nod my head and begin to pick up my clippers. Before I know it I see a line of eager people anxiously waiting to hear the words “Who’s next?” Yeah, it’s a tough job but somebody has to keep the clients looking their best. That is why I decided to become a hairstylist. The idea of cutting hair has always been a dream for me ever since I was a small child growing up. I would take my Barbie dolls and pretend I was a hairstylist and created all sorts of peculiar and weird hairstyles. I mean lets face it; my motive for cutting hair is to revamp people so they can feel confident about themselves on the outside as well as in the inside.
Almost everyone loves getting his or her hair done. I specialize from difficult dye jobs such as streaks of red on black hair or a full dye job from bright auburn red to the bluest black. I also specialize in cutting all types of hair from long to short and straight to curly. From creating bangs to creating “shape ups” on the faces of hairy, bearded men. The atmosphere can be described as loud due to the continuous noise of the blow dryers. The smell of the chemicals of the dyes can also be nauseating. Fog and mist fills the air from the moisture of the client’s hair being blow-dried. The mist of oil sheen from the spray cans also fills the air giving a finishing effect for the hairstyle. Standing up eight to ten hours a day is a tedious task and towards the end of the day all you feel is the cramping in the legs and the swelling of the ankles.
A typical day for me starts out slow in the mornings and works its way up busier in the afternoons. There are the usual one or two customers in the morning, which gives me time to take my coffee break so I can sit down and have a toasted bagel with butter. I can expect a crowd of people around the time of noon to 3 P.M. This is when red tickets are issued with numbers on them and customers are waiting to be called. The public can be described as raunchy, vulgar, and rude at times. Strangely, I seem to enjoy what I do. In my eyes, I see myself as an artist and each individual that takes a seat in my chair is a piece of work ready to be turned into a masterpiece. I create a visual before cutting the hair. I look at the anatomy of the head and decide what type of haircut will fit with the head. This makes a major difference because the aftermath of the haircut determines whether or not the haircut fits the person. I like to see satisfied faces at the end of each cut, trim, style or shave. Fortunately there are days that can be better than others.
For instance, when a customer...