A Hairstylists Day Essay - 1055 Words

I see my weekly client come in and sit on my chair. â€Å"The usual†, he tells me casually. I nod my head and begin to pick up my clippers. Before I know it I see a line of eager people anxiously waiting to hear the words â€Å"Who’s next?† Yeah, it’s a tough job but somebody has to keep the clients looking their best. That is why I decided to become a hairstylist. The idea of cutting hair has always been a dream for me ever since I was a small child growing up. I would take my Barbie dolls and pretend I was a hairstylist and created all sorts of peculiar and weird hairstyles. I mean lets face it; my motive for cutting hair is to revamp people so they can feel confident about themselves on the outside as well as in the inside. Almost†¦show more content†¦I can expect a crowd of people around the time of noon to 3 P.M. This is when red tickets are issued with numbers on them and customers are waiting to be called. The public can be described as raunchy, vulgar, and rude at times. Strangely, I seem to enjoy what I do. In my eyes, I see myself as an artist and each individual that takes a seat in my chair is a piece of work ready to be turned into a masterpiece. I create a visual before cutting the hair. I look at the anatomy of the head and decide what type of haircut will fit with the head. This makes a major difference because the aftermath of the haircut determines whether or not the haircut fits the person. I like to see satisfied faces at the end of each cut, trim, style or shave. Fortunately there are days that can be better than others. For instance, when a customer comes into my shop and asks me to create an impossible hairstyle such as a French twist up do with drop curls, I try my best to make this happen. Although in my eyes I see this as almost impossible, my motive is to give the customers what they want so they will be happy and satisfied. This will also encourage them to come back for another haircut knowing they left with a positive experience from my salon. Sometimes trying to be too perfect can have its downfalls. I remember a day when a young lady came into my shop and asked me for a pretty funky cut and style. Being the honest person that I am, I simply told her that particular hairstyle