My first job was in a local family owned salon. It was way before I was a licensed cosmetologist, it was actually the first year of my cosmetology school. I obviously was not allowed to do most services so what I did do was wash clients hair, book appointments, sweep hair, mix color/chemicals, wash laundry and clean up around the salon/take the trash out. Every now and then my boss would let me finish doing foil highlights. I loved the job, but not my boss or her sister, the ones that weren't related to them I loved, they were two older women who just loved life and were hilarious. My boss was okay at first but then her sister and her both tried to teach me to do things differently to their standards, so when one seen me doing something the other taught me I got bitched at, this happened a lot. The boss's daughter who was 15 at the time ( I was 16) was also working the same job I was, I was told she didn't want to do it anymore so she was going to teach me then find a new job. Then she got off on having authority over me and turned into her mom and aunt. I ended up having to call off one day ( I was there for about 3 months) because we had a blizzard and I couldn't get out of the driveway, the salon had also ended up closing that day. The next day I worked I went in and was fired because I called off, meaning the one and only time I had ever called off, on the day they had to close the salon. I was pissed. I haven't really had a job since.
