This salon job groomed me for my current position at the restaurant in Rittenhouse. I realize I had to do this job to transition to where I am now.
It’s so good, but let me get to that in a minute.
All of the wonderful young people who I’ve had the honor to work with has been amazing.
No more do I get up at 6 in the morning to go sit in a cubicle to work for a bunch of loser assholes. No more do I go to 3 meetings a week to waste my time and not be out selling. No more do I have to look for a better job on LinkedIn which is an absolute waste of time and is just a corporate Facebook. No more of any of that. I simply go to work, bring the charm and the sales management ability and go home.
Do I work more hours? Fuck yea, but I like what I do now. Great salary, free food and TIPS! I’m amazed!
I love it!
As much fun as I’ve had here at the salon. If I could find a way to get the fuck out of here forever, I would. (And I will, but for now it’s $200 in easy money.)
I made that in tips at the restaurant today so I’m not long for the salon.
It’s weird that the whole tanning salon mantra is going through my mind right now. But it is what it is. This is happening, and I want it to end. I had high hopes, it went nowhere, kind of like where Achilles is going, but I can no longer ride that dead-end with him as he collects money in a dying industry.
Amelia says she hates everyone that comes in here. Tanning is for a certain crowd and you know what? They’re all shitty people for the most part. I get the whole… I don’t want to be whiter than my wedding dress, and I’m going to Mexico, and I don’t want to burn to a crisp, but the regular tanners… fuck you.
You’re all losers.
They think Eileen is coming back this year. Ha! I’ve been in touch with her and I’m trying to get her a better job at Square 1682!
It’s over, and I’m just here transitioning and collecting my $200 a month because I have nothing better to do on a Sunday.
All of this is running through my head instead of the thing that should be there.
I had sex with Kita on two occasions at this very site.
She’s 22 years old.
WTF? How did this happen?
I know how this happened.
You have a naive young girl who’s obsessed with tanning. (Addiction and body issues) I work at a tanning salon. I’m nice and a dad. I listen and offer advice. I’m good at getting back to her on an ongoing basis to help her after a barrage of texts about a foolish boy she’s seeing. I give her gifts. I give her pepper spray to protect herself. I give her snacks. I take her out to a nice dinner. I take her to lunch. I show her how a boy should treat a girl.
Every boy in her life is a fail. Her dad is unavailable. Why did he even adopt these two Asian girls???
I’m patient and present.
I’m of course attracted to her based on my history.
I’m good to her.
She stumbled before the lion and sadly I took her down.
The buzzer goes off for sunbed 3, and I know Kita is finished her session.
Kita comes out and approaches the counter.
“I’ve missed you, Charles.”
“I’ve missed you too, Kita.”
“Charles can we set up a date somewhere we can catch up and talk?”
“Of course. I’ll text you and we’ll coordinate our schedule to make that happen.”
“Thanks so much. We have a lot to discuss.”
“No. All good. Text me.”
“Okay dear. We’ll work it out.
“Good. I look forward to that.
She smiles and turns. I watch her pad out of the salon like a kitten. I quietly walk to the hallway and watch her as she goes down the stairs.
Those lovely legs.
I’m happy that Kita’s returned to me. My heart sings. I’m so happy to see her.
I’m also thinking about a bunch of her shitty life drama, but we’ll have to get to the hard cold, fact that we had sex.
Oh, and I will ease myself into that conversation…
I need to set up a little date to catch up.
God, she’s beautiful.
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