“See that guy I just sent into room 2?”
“He’s one of the owners of Gran Caffe L’Aquila.”
“It’s this awesome Italian restaurant. When you get back I’ll take you for some delicious calamari and wine.”
“I love calamari.”
“Well they have these gelato flights that are the best in the city. You’ll love it.”
I love that I’ve already been out to eat after work with Eileen on her second day here at the job. I got to learn so much more about her that night. Now I’m laying the groundwork to take her out on a second little date.
I’m not going to pursue her romantically. Not only is she my employee, she’s a teenage girl. I’m not going to dip my pen in the company’s ink. Besides, I’m old enough to be her dad. (I’m probably older than her dad!)
The lady from last night comes in looking embarrassed.
“Hi guys. Umm… It was bad enough I accidentally took somebody’s tanning session last night… (reaches in purse) This must have fallen in my bag.” (produces the All Clean sign that disappeared from room 9 last night)
We all get a fit of laughing and our client is clearly embarrassed. It’s a funny moment.
“Yea… and my husband almost saw it in my bag. That would have been bad because he doesn’t know I go tanning.”
“Oh, I love this! It just keeps getting better!”
We all have a good laugh about it and tell her no hard feelings. I send her back to room 7.
“Try not to steal anything!”
Let me tell you about the bed in Room 9. The control panel has a defect in it.
If someone’s in it and they hit the fan button to much or too fast, the bed cuts off. Of course our clients don’t try hitting the START button, because that would turn it back on.
This happens to a client Friday night. Lights out. Lady comes walking up to the counter fully dressed to complain. I immediately apologize and rectify the situation. Poor Eileen is doing her best to run interference. I tell the client how Bed 9 is sometimes temperamental when you hit the fan button (Which I forgot to warn her about) the bed shuts off.
I tell her how this happened to another client the other night and also how it mysteriously went off 4 minutes later. I sent her to a premium bed to cure that problem. (It always works)
I tell her to go to 7 which is the sister bed to 9 but works so much better and NEVER gives us any problems. The girls refer to her as “the pink bed” which is adorable. It’s actually blue but the all access girls know it emits more UV B rays for 12 minutes than any of the other beds and is actually pound for pound a solid long-term tanning bed.
So Eileen and I have solved that problem. I’m outside the room barking the commands and Eileen is setting the coordinates. She’s doing great.
I go to room 9 to clean it because the girl was in the bed when it went off. I spray the bed with antiseptic and wipe it down.
That’s when I notice the cell phone and a lovely diamond ring on the table.
I obviously collect them both. I’m amazed at all of the stuff that’s left behind in this salon on a daily basis.
I clean the room and grab the phone and place the ring on my pinky.
I make my way back to the counter.
“Here’s another problem that’s stemmed from 9 going off all of time, Eileen.”
“I had to move her to 7 and she left this behind.”
“Oh, her phone.”
On my pinky is a lovely diamond ring.”
I reveal it to Eileen.
Her eyes shine like the stone itself.
She just finished telling me about how much she loves her boyfriend and how she wants to marry him. She showed me rings she wants on Pinterest. She is dead set on getting married to her high school sweetheart. I love that as I’ve mentioned. I’m always praying for the American Dream of love even though I’ve never been able to achieve it.
But like I said, I’m always rooting for true love.
I want Eileen to marry Daniel and they’ll have kids and will live happily ever after.
That would be amazing.
She already wants me to come to the wedding. I’m always rooting for real love.
It has eluded me my entire life. Not that it hasn’t been apparent. I’ve seen it. I know what it looks like but I don’t want it. It’s always felt too much like settling.
When I saw Michelle go, (See: Michelle – A Brand New Day) I knew that after my divorce and a $125K in child support, I could never go again. We had an amazing time together. An unparalleled history together. I will love her forever, but a domestic relationship just never worked for us. We were better friends and magical drinking buddies. Oh, and lets not forget how we helped each other both grow as people. Michelle is the only ex-girlfriend I’ve EVER stayed friends with. Our history is so badass, if she told me she had to cut me off, I’d go to my grave still loving her forever.
I pick up the diamond ring. Eileen is obviously lit up by the discovery. I push it onto her ring finger.
“Oh my god! It’s so beautiful. It fits perfectly!
Eileen is losing her shit over the moment. (I’m happy I didn’t joke, “Will you marry me Eileen?” when I pushed the diamond ring onto her dainty finger)
I fucking wanted to just out of some badness, but I didn’t.
Eileen is giggling and loving this crazy moment. She’s been having a jiffy with her boy and now we need to get this ring back to this poor lady that’s been displaced.
“It fits perfectly.” Eileen is filled with matrimonial glee.
I knew this would rock her world. I needed to get this on her finger for the blog.
“Oh my god. It’s so beautiful. It fits perfectly! It’s Sooo pretty!”
As I walked through the salon to go clean beds I said; “Just think Eileen. I got to put a diamond ring on your finger before Daniel did.”
Eileen was so busy taking photos with her phone of her hand wearing the ring she didn’t hear me.
But I know.
I did what I did.
Eileen is going on Spring Break and will head back to St. Louis on Monday. I’m sure it’ll be a romance/sex fest with Daniel.
That’s what young romance does. A week of bliss with her beloved. Again, I’m rooting for this union.
I just need to get her back here to work a week from Thursday! Maybe I can get Amelia to work her shifts.
But I’ll miss my hire.
I like her. There’s calamari and delicious gelato in her future.
Because she’s young and pretty.
I have to spend time with her.
I can’t help it.
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