Tuesday 23 March 2010

Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow.

It was a satisfying feeling knowing she had made the right decision. It had been one she had talked about for so long that, she wasn't sure if it would ever happen. She spent a lot of money on the course and even more on the equipment. But now that she was trained and almost qualified she felt invincible. It felt good be able to make money doing something that she actually enjoyed. Sure many frowned upon it but those that didn't loved it! The profession could be compared some what to marmite. Many said you could tell a lot about a person by what they do for work. Many judged. She didn't care as long as she got to leave every customer feeling silky smooth and wonderful. Bravo. Brava.
Ripping every hair from the root gave her the same satisfying feeling as squeezing spots. That was something she just couldn't beat. Never mind the poor client on the receiving end. She had a job to do. A woman on a mission. And By God she was going to do it.

 

 

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