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A girl calls the salon and asks if we need help. We’re hitting our busy season and it’s getting nuts in here by myself. I’ve been fucked for the most part. We’ve had little inquiries and I’m worried. I’m getting run over every night here. We’re making money, but I have to keep the level of service up. I need another person here.
If someone walks in and has never tanned before or it’s simply a new client that’s going away and need to ‘get a base’ I have to spend time with them.
If 5 people walk in behind them I’m screwed. I have a waiting room full of people wanting to get into beds and I’ve got people leaving.
I can’t be in three places at the same time. People are signing up, people are waiting, people are leaving, beds need to be cleaned, what’s going on with the laundry? It gets crazy in here.
I tell her we do need help and that she should come in. She tells me she’ll stop in tonight. I literally forget about it when I hang up because I’m so busy.
It’s hard to find talent for the salon. You get what you pay for. But that’s just part of this business. I’ve learned this in the 2 years I’ve been here.
I hung a shitty Help Wanted sign on the end of the counter. It got wrinkled and mauled by all of the customers that lean on the counter.
We have this cool rich dude that comes in and tells me the sign looks like it was written by Michael J Fox. I let him go on our system and make a better sign. He makes two and hangs one on the wall behind me. I appreciate that and he’s right.
But still.. very little bites. I work so much that people just think I need a day off.
But that call came in. I forgot her.
I’m blazing through clients and it’s busy. I’m getting run over.
I put a girl in a sunbed and there is a girl behind her. I speak:
I need to keep them moving.
“I called and I’m here about the job.”
She looks 24. Attractive. Fit. Dark hair, fair skin, glasses and dressed to impressed.
I love her.
We’ve had so much shit come through here and Eileen is like a breath of fresh air. She almost seems too good to true.
Beautiful girl. Firm handshake. I can sense professionalism.
Gotta have her. I can feel it. My hire.
I immediately send texts to my partner.
“Where are the applications? I have a live one I really want. She seems amazing!”
Achilles as awesome as always literally signs on to the system from home and prints off the application.
I’m amazed and love him for this, because he can feel my earnest on this applicant. Which also shows he trusts my judgement.
Eileen is dressed professionally and I am floored by my good fortune this late in the game. I can just tell. Criminal Justice major at Drexel. This is a serious girl. I already adore her.
She’s from Missouri. We’ll get to that. She can kill it for us during our busy season and then go home for the summer and work as a hostess at Olive Garden. She started at 8 bucks and is now at $9.70 and hour. You don’t get that kind of raise as a teenager in a year.
This is a quality girl. I can see we here at the salon have hit tanning gold.
I like her for this job and so I’m impressed with her.
I tell her I’ll text her if she has the gig and she’s cool with that.
I didn’t even know about Amelia at the time. I thought I would have my new magic girl all week but that was still in question.
I still needed to find out what the hell was going on. Quite suddenly we went from nothing to two girls.
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