So, I know I have been creating all of this drama at the salon with who’s going to be my number 1. I’ve done this my whole life. I could walk the mall with my friend Spinner, and we always had to choose our favorite girl that we saw that day.
That was 15 years ago, but I’ve always carried that with me. I’ve cut all of the bad drama agents from my life that have been so well documented in this blog. But at the salon I have always had a top 10, a top 5 and a number 1.
It’s silly I know, but when you have no drama or pain in your life you sometimes create little fun games for things to make the job you’re in more interesting.
If you’ve been following phicklephilly, you’ll know that I’m always searching for my number 1.
It means nothing, but it keeps my active mind amused. I’ve had so many, and they come and go for different reasons. (All ridiculous but fun)
Michelle once said I only pick my top 10 because they are the prettiest girls that come in the salon. (In the beginning, she was absolutely right) but now my little game is about attendance and attentiveness. Kita turned into something else, Delaney failed, and Anastasia, has hope.
But I think my new list will include just great people I really like and have fun talking to.
But I think about these things.
I no longer am sitting in a cubicle, wearing a silly suit and tie, and going to meetings. I no longer sell products and services that have zero value to unwitting clients. I offer real solutions to customers and make them happy.
It’s a brand new day to be out of the rat race and it is exciting.
Most people buy into the American dream and do what we all did. Go to college, become a debtor, (prisoner/slave) get an internship for little money. Pay back your student loans for decades. Work you’re ass off for some shitty company with shitty managers and be stressed out all of the time to earn a decent paycheck. All the while being exhausted working on your next relationship hoping you can find a good mate to marry, settle down with, and/or marry and have a kid with.
The American dream.
But… it’s what we’ve been taught, so that’s what we did, and continue to do.
That lie is still alive today.
I see today that many people don’t like to work.
Work is the foundation of human existence.
If you hate what you’re doing or the people you work with, quit. Go do something else. Everybody thinks they need to make a bunch of money.
We’ve all been taught that Louie Vitton bags, Coach bags and Mercedes Benz and a big house and everything else are signs of success. All lies.
None of it will make you happy in your heart.
I’ve had it all and none of it made me happy.
It’s all bullshit.
You know what’s important?
Good people and/or family in your life.
Having something to do everyday that makes you happy and helps others.
To love and be loved. (Hard one)
Something to look forward to every day.
Forgive everyone. Why should you drink the poison hoping your enemies die? They don’t care. Let it go. No one should live rent free in your head.
Life is too short.
Zoe is a lovely girl.
She’s smart, sweet and has a great sense of humor.
I am always playing my “Who’s my new number one game” with myself.
It’s fun, because I have no drama from any crazies in my life anymore but I enjoy picking the best of the best in every aspect of my life for fun.
But after all of the girls that have come through here, Zoe has been consistent.
I’ll tell you why she’s the apex of this little exercise.
Zoe comes in on a consistent basis.
She’s always sweet and fun to be around.
I’ve upsold her to the premium package and she deserves it.
She listens to my stories and genuinely loves them.
She laughs at all of my jokes.
She always asks what’s going on with me and wants to hear any new crazy stories I have.
No one else cares what’s going on with this Leo.
She’s a beautiful, sweet woman, that is as attractive as her wonderful disposition and personality.
I decided that after all of this time she went from Top 10, to Top 5 to Number 1.
We both know it’s all a silly game, but it holds a certain weight.
Zoe, has been going to Temple University for two years and working as a server at a local watering hole. But recently she got an internship at a corporation that works with government, politics and non profits.
I’m proud of her and she’s making her way.
I decided that i wanted to do something for her, because I consider her a part of our businesses’ core family. (Even Achilles likes her, so that’s good, because he’s a curmudgeon)
When she would come in I would greet her as Top 5.
Zoe giggled (Love her giggle) and would be happy she was special.
Then I greeted her as Top 3.
Finally, after all of the failings of all of my other candidates, I decided that sweet Zoe should be my number 1.
It’s a meaningless title, but it means something to me. (And hopefully to her, because she’s clearly my favorite.)
Zoe is actually flattered (I think) by the title and I really mean it because she’s just so darn nice.)
I embrace this and decide to do what I’ve always done for my Number 1’s (Even though they haven’t deserved it, but again it’s all about me) I get Zoe her favorite tanning lotion. We don’t even carry it anymore but I need to get the best for my Number 1.
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