The Comings and Goings at Salon Sur La Rue
Paula and Ronny decorated the Salon the weekend before Thanksgiving, as is our tradition. We strung up the lights, the wreaths and the garlands. We decorated the moldings, the mirrors and chandeliers. The stockings were hung by the mantel with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. We don't think he has yet, but that night the salon had 3 little elves that stopped in to partake in the magic of our Christmas Decor. Renata, who recently joined our staff, and her twin boys were driving by the shop that night. The shop in all its resplendence beckoned them. They parked and entered, excited to see the Salon bedecked and ready for The Holidays.
Our shoes in the salon have become progressively uglier. Indeed, a sad fact of salon life. Amy, one of our stylists, seems to be on the cutting edge of the cutest "ugly shoes". As we have exhausted the sensible shoe circuit, Danska, Merrill, Naturalizer, Bjorn... we have realized our feet's own mortality. Walk into the shop unannounced and you are guaranteed to see a "cute shoe" graveyard. You will see faux crocodile, fur-lined clogs, patent leather... you just won't see cute. We suffer from plantar fasciitis, bunions, and nueromas... but we're still standing. *We must point out that Mila is the exception to the above statement. She and her shoes always look cute!
Our shoes in the salon have become progressively uglier. Indeed, a sad fact of salon life. Amy, one of our stylists, seems to be on the cutting edge of the cutest "ugly shoes". As we have exhausted the sensible shoe circuit, Danska, Merrill, Naturalizer, Bjorn... we have realized our feet's own mortality. Walk into the shop unannounced and you are guaranteed to see a "cute shoe" graveyard. You will see faux crocodile, fur-lined clogs, patent leather... you just won't see cute. We suffer from plantar fasciitis, bunions, and nueromas... but we're still standing.
*We must point out that Mila is the exception to the above statement. She and her shoes always look cute!
It was a day like all others. Being December, the salon was resplendent with Christmas. All 6 stylists were busy on Thursday as we shoveled down our lunches, complained about our feet and who was working the latest. The front desk needed constant attention with clients buying Christmas gifts. Clients filled every available seat, bedecked with color, the shampoo bowls were in use most of the day and the garbage cans were overflowing. As stated earlier, a typical day at Salon Sur la Rue. By 2pm the salon was showing signs of wear.
At 4pm, the evening clients commence. The wine is opened, there is a new life brought into the salon. Clients are happy to be wrapping up their day. They know the drill. Put on a drape, grab their favorite trash magazine (make their proclamation once again that they only catch-up on Brad, Angelina, Suri, The Kardashians...when they come into Salon Sur la Rue. We always believe them.)
So last evening, around 5pm, the salon was bustling, I have Jane under the dryer while I talk to Joan about her color. I head down the hallway to mix Joan's color. Before I get into the kitchen, it is I, which have the misfortune of a run-in with an unknown leaving the bathroom. She is distressed and I am soon to be. Apparently, as she explains to me, a situation had befallen her. I shall not share the most intimate details that were prevailed upon me, but the toilet was overflowing. It was ugly. Why me? Why couldn't I have been a few minutes longer talking to Joan? The tragedy was my responsibility by the mere circumstance of my timing.
I quickly tried to alleviate our crestfallen interloper's angst. I did not need to relive the moments leading up to the horrific event with her. She was trying to clean up the bathroom and informed me that she had plunged many times with no success. I informed her that I would try my hand at it and than most likely call a plumber. I had to work fast. I had client's backing up and the bathroom is a huge commodity in the salon.
I took our visitor up front to write-up her purchases, which brought her into our establishment in the first place. I gave her the total for her candles and such, when she spotted a Christmas decoration, which would be perfect for her table. She picked up the reindeer longingly, looked at the price and said "Do I get a discount on this"?
As soon as she left, and the reindeer was back in it's place, I called the plumber. Upon hanging up, my client Joan, informed me that I should try a half a cup of liquid soap, followed by a bucket of hot water poured from up high into the toilet. With Joan's coaching I tried this simple remedy. Joan and I waited a few minutes, she grabbed the plunger and bingo down went the water! Such excitement. I quickly cancelled the plumber.
We are beholden to Joan in our time of need. Not only did her solution save us a plumber but also her enthusiastic plunging was unprecedented. Paula came forth with a candle as a thank you. Apparently it's the small things... Joan went home happy and beautiful
As most of you know we at Salon Sur la Rue, have a front and a back door. When we open those doors, we immediately feel a breeze blowing though our Salon and carried on that breeze... is found a bevy of unique individuals.
Last Thursday we were visited by one of our favorite unique individuals. He visits us every 2 weeks, as he is one of our reps. We get the update on his life and he on ours. Always before leaving our establishment he graces us with an "I'm living the dream". Upon leaving us on Thursday he stopped at our front door and turned back to the room and loudly said "LTD" and off he went. Those of us left in our busy space weren't sure if this was an acronym for "Living the Dream" or just Limited.
Every Salon has a Doug. Ours came in Thursday am for his 5 week haircut. He, being kind of a big shot (BS) in the hi-tech world, was impressed with our website. He wanted to know who our webdesigner was. Once she was identified, he had nothing but accolades for Paula. He also said he would enjoy a blog on everyday life in our crazy, busy Salon. We do hear and see it all in our beloved workplace.
By Thursday evening, clients were in the mood for margaritas. With $20 in my hand and a dash across the street I returned with the party. Thursday was one of those days that you wish you had known when you left for work, what a delightful day it would become. Thank you to all you Thursday clients for helping us "LTD"