It was the morning of the stylists wedding. The salon opened early to accommodate all the people that were going to be in or supporting her wedding. All except her maid of honor, who was not allowed in the salon. Everyone that worked at the salon was invited, and we all were wondering what was going to happen. This would be the first event that Mr. X and the esthitician would be able to attend "together". What would Mrs. X do, how would she react to seeing these two out together in front of everyone?
No one said anything that was really on our mind as we blew out heads of hair and teased and hair sprayed each hair in place. Mrs. X pulled the bride aside and discreetly made an excuse to not be able to attend her wedding that evening. A sense of relief came over the room. No one had to worry about how it would look to Mrs. X if you were having a good time with the new couple. The wedding party was complete, the missing bridesmaid would meet up with them at the ballroom where the wedding was to be held. As for the rest of us stylists, we finished our clients for the day and did a superwoman fashion turn around with our looks. We got to the ballroom after the ceremony and right in time for the reception. We all danced and drank and had a great time. I got to ask the esthitician how she was and what her plan was. She was better then ever, she had gotten a job at a hospital utilizing the medical side of esthiology and was over the moon to be out in the open about her love for Mr. X. She was terrified of Mrs. X and said she hoped they never had to see each other again. I was happy for them. They didn't hang all over each other at the wedding, in fact they kept it very respectful throughout the reception. We knew they were together and that was enough.
That was the fall, the holidays came and went that year and the tension became unbearable. As much as everyone tried to stay amicable and professional, you could tell the salon was splitting in half. Sides were being taken. Me and my friend that I started there with were on Mr. X's side, we even told him to check with our previous employer and see if she was looking to sell her salon. She had owned her salon for many years and had been known to entertain the thought of retirement. By our one year anniversary of working there in January, we were absolutely miserable. Mrs. X froze us out, she didn't communicate with us unless it was necessary. Their divorce was taking it's tole on all of us, the mood swings, the rules, who owns this place today anyway?
Mrs.X got the salon in the end. Mr. X was out. This was the worst situation I could have gotten myself into. I lost over half of my clients in the move and now I have wasted a
year into the rebuild because my boss hates me and I am uncomfortable going to work. I cant keep going like this. I had to get out of there, but go where?
Who should save the day but Mr. X and my previous employer! She did want to sell her business after all! Oh my God I was so happy to find out that not only could we quit working for Mrs. X but we could move back to the salon that we knew so well, you know the one that I was so bored of and left just a year earlier?! Oh it never felt so good, like a well worn shoe! It was seamless, a handful of stylists wrote our letters of resignation to Mrs. X, we packed our shit and headed over to the new/old salon. We walked in to the new salon like everyone had missed us (uh, they didn't and who was this new man?) and we squeezed in to every station available. It was going to be great we assured the stylist's that were wondering why their boss just up and sold the salon to some guy that they knew nothing about. "He's really cool." we told them. But like any stylist at any salon, they were all worried how it would all work out. What kind of changes would they see, how would the clients get distributed to the stylists, how was this going to effect their business? We had no idea what Mr. X was about to do to the sure thing salon with the dependable clientele and the great parking.
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