Supernuts

We have nine hair stylists at the salon.  I am Jason and I have been cutting hair for three years now at a high paced fast volume shop that mostly caters to men, on occasion we have women clients and children who throw a monkey wrench in our work. All stylists at this establishment try to avoid long hair, color, children, and anything time consuming, this is where the fun begins with full drama, comedy, and egos clashing, client and workers intertwined into one tidal wave of unpredictable mayhem. At the end of the day somebody is liable to be super nuts!

David: The manager has been with the company for fifteen years and has been cutting hair for twenty; he practically is a god, and a clean freak. Marlene: Stylist with twenty years in the biz and eight years with the organization. Blanca: Twenty years in the field of hair, three years at the corporation. We four are lifers and I’m the youngest at thirty three years old with two years at this location. Luz is the wild rambunctious woman who loves drama who we gravitate when where bored, you can hear her mile away usually talking about her three kids and her hectic life dramas. Luz has been with the chain for four years, and is always complain to leave one day. Her and David battle wits all day and share the same ethnicity but different sexuality. David is gay, but you would never imagine it with his demeanor, he is the true comical source of work balancing it with strict ethics for improvement for productivity. Since I’m a lifer I think David cuts me some slack as long as I kiss up now and then. The rest of the bunch are questionable about there longevity and have there little quirks that make them special individuals of chaos at times. Tommy, Sophia, Thea, and my arch enemy Oksana the Russian woman relocated to a different store and David will be hiring. Lisa is the regional manager and everybody is on there best behavior when she is present.

We are all cutting hair and the lobby is packed like sardines. My image is a long hair gentlemen with tattoos on my neck and on my arms cross breed with Italian and Mexican and God knows what else, I finish my client and call the next name on the list, who is an elderly woman, “are you ready miss?” She said “I’ll have some one else, thank you.”