Amelia and Eileen have both killed it at the salon this season. I’ve said this before, but I’ve been blessed with seasonal employees that are absolutely outstanding.
I use the word blessed because we’ve had so many failures through here in the last two years.
I can now see why Achilles has agonized over his business and closed two salons because of shitty employees.
But suddenly, this season we’ve been blessed with fabulous employees. I’ve said this many times before, but it really is extraordinary that we have acquired these two girls just when we needed them. They’re both terrific.
It’s a big deal, because in the retail and hospitality industry, it is so hard to find good employees.
But we’ve done it.
Somehow we have acquired quality help. It’s a welcome asset to the company.
Both girls know I write about everything in my life on this blog, and wait in anticipation for the outcome that won’t come for a year. But it’s here now.
But I have to address something here.
We all adore sweet Eileen as a baby sister or a cute niece. She’s so good with the customers. At 18 she’s a wonderful asset to the company that we couldn’t have expected, but we have somehow acquired. So much better that the detritus we once employed.
Not you Trish, but yea, you. (See: Trish – The She Wolf)
But I want to talk about my girl, Amelia. She works Monday through Wednesday. She’s here one day longer that Eileen except for every other Saturday that she’ll take.
Eileen is 18 years old. She’s a baby and we all love her and she’s great at the job. I adore her and love her performance on the job on a daily basis, but I feel closer to Amelia.
I worked in banking for 20 years. I worked in advertising for 10. I killed it but it’s a horrible existence.
Amelia’s from a large Irish Catholic family that’s incredibly conservative. She went to the college of arts and her degree is in that. So basically she can’t get a job in the arts because that shit never pays unless you make it.
I admire her for what she’s done because I pursued art early in life just like her but if you don’t become a rockstar, you’re fucked.
I ended up in retail and eventually banking like my dad.
That works for the american dream and the whole… I’ll meet a girl and get married, have a kid and live the American dream, but for many of us it becomes an enormous nightmare.
Amelia’s found that she has a degree in something she can’t use currently, and is working her ass off to survive. She’s in debt from school like every other person her age.
But she’s minutes away from getting certified as a personal trainer. She works at a gym on the wrong side of Broad street. She drives for Uber when she can to make money, and has recently taken up with a catering company where she can make some serious loot as a bartender.
I’m rooting for her to succeed and will do whatever I can with my connections to help her.
The last few Mondays we’ve gone to Square 1682 and chilled for drinks. I pound Chardonnay and she goes with her usual Bulliet Rye and ginger ale.
I work so much and so does she that I think Amelia and I enjoy the gentle repose of getting run over at the salon, and then kicking back at my favorite bar for a few drinks and laughs to unwind.
The bill comes and thanks to my man, Roman, it’s $5.50. $60 in cocktails for nothing. We tip him hard.
I was once giggling with a former employee at the salon and an older guy that loved the girl I was working with asked what was going on. He was obviously a little jealous because he loved her in a phicklephily sort of way. I told him that he could adore a waitress but he’ll never have the relationship that she has with her co-worker, because they share a daily experience. I don’t know if he got it but that was a true statement.
Co-workers are so close in a company. When it’s good, it’s magic. Some of the best relationships I’ve ever had were with people I worked with. Duncan. Michelle. All LOVE.
It’s no different here.
I’m just going to say this.
I have feelings for Amelia.
Let’s not jump to conclusions. And please don’t assume.
We work together everyday. We’re in the shit in the busiest season of this salon. We have to run, communicate and keep this baby clean.
It’s not easy. We’ve figured out a way to make the place sing. Achilles has no idea what that looks like. He just knows when the place isn’t 1000% clean.
Amelia and I can arrive at the salon in different moods, and within an hour we’re happy and laughing our butts off.
One of our clients called us the Gruesome Twosome. I don’t get it but we’re a deadly team that are completely in touch every minute we’re working together.
We play a certain music station, Amelia, is on top of the laundry, she get the rolled towels at the back sink, she’s calm and great with all of the clients, (and the new ones) She says when ever she’s here she’s happy.
I love that.
I’ve worked everywhere.
I’ve been a million dollar producer at all of those places. Guess what? Shitty people drove me out of all of those places.
I’ll never be that to anyone.
I’ve left all of that far behind and wherever I work now I will bring good energy to the people around me. I almost feel like I should have worked in the hospitality industry my whole life because I get my energy from people.
And the girl I get the most energy from right now is my Amelia.
I’m so proud of her everyday.
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