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Shampoo Person Wanted
This is the story of how I went from being a successful stockbroker to my
current job working as a shampoo 'girl' (person) in a beauty salon.
Being out of work for over a year took its toll. I had exhausted my
benefits and savings. As a former stockbroker, I had little skills
other than sales. Most job offers were commission based, but I needed a
salary of some sort to pay my bills. At age 40, I thought it would be
interesting to start a different career path anyway.
As my desperation grew, I noticed an ad in the local paper for a 'Shampoo
Person.' No experience needed. Apply in person. I had once considered
going to beauty school, but peer pressure and my parents pushed me
towards a more masculine career. So, I chose the college route. It was
more socially acceptable. But I was never really happy as a
stockbroker.
I always thought it would be fun to do something artistic like being a
hairdresser. It would be nice to be around all the pretty women every
day. I always was a macho guy?good athlete?big sports fan. But
secretly, I enjoyed reading about fashion and girly things. So, this
shampoo job seemed like a good opportunity, even if the pay was a little
below my standards.
I finally got the courage to apply. I drove over to 'Angela's Beauty
Boutique' on Main Street?in a seedy section of town. Kind of a run-down
neighborhood, but Angela's looked like a nice place. I am white, and the
salon was mostly African-American. That did not bother me because I
always seemed to be attracted to black women. I entered the salon and
asked the receptionist about the job. She kind of giggled and told me to
wait in back for Ms. Angela.
I filled out the application and waited for about an hour. Ms. Angela
arrived and asked me into her office. She was a very intimidating
person. Wearing 5-inch thigh high boots, leggings, and a slinky silk
white top; she looked like a dominatrix. Her makeup, wild, thick hair,
and inch long red nails completed the package. The first thing she
said?'So, you want to be my shampoo girl?' I could hardly breathe as I
mumbled -'Yes!'
She said that the job paid $400 a week plus whatever in tips. I would be
working long hours. A lot of the job was cleaning and tidying up around
the salon. She suggested that the job would be a little beneath me,
which made her hesitant to hire me. She said, 'The last time I hired a
guy for this job, it did not work out. Men are too ambitious. I need
someone who is willing to be obedient.' I pleaded with her?explaining
that I was a hard worker and really needed the job.
Ms. Angela said that she would offer me the job for a one-week trial
period. Next, she introduced me to LaTanya, her daughter. LaTanya was
maybe 17 or 18 years old?a spitting image of her mother. But a little
shorter. She also had wild hair extensions and long nails. LaTanya has
a pierced nose and tongue?and a bunch of tattoos for a girl so young.
LaTanya wore thick pink lip gloss and tons of eye makeup?similar to Kim
Kardashian.
Ms. Angela introduced me to LaTanya saying that I was her 'new
assistant.' It felt so humiliating to be called the assistant to a 17-
year old girl, but I was thankful to have a job. LaTanya smirked and
asked me if I had any experience. When I told her 'no'?she said to her
mother, 'Why did you hire this bitch with no experience?' Ms. Angela
explained my one week trial period. LaTanya seemed relieved.
Next, I told LaTanya that I was a hard worker, willing to do anything.
She said, 'We will see. I expect you to do whatever I say. I want you
thinking about obeying me 24/7!' Ms. Angela laughed when she heard that.
She said I was going to be in for a long week...
Well, LaTanya handed me a pink smock and said it was time to get to work.
She said my first job was to clean the toilet. I was to clean the
bathroom thoroughly twice a day from now on. I was to tidy it up every
two hours. If the toilet was ever dirty, I would be 'dealt with.'
Whatever that means...
My name is Don, but LaTanya said that Don is a not a 'salon name.' So,
she renamed me 'LaDonna.' She said that if anyone ever asked my name, I
had better say 'LaDonna.' She also decided that I would look better as a
blond, so she planned on bleaching my hair. Sometimes, it seemed like
she forgot that I was a man. I was starting to forget that I was a
man...
My first week was rough. LaTanya bossed me around all day long. She
trained me on shampooing, but most of my time was spent cleaning and
serving. On Thursday, she asked (demanded) that I do her a favor. Her
boyfriend, Charles, needed someone to clean his apartment. Charles was
18, and lived with two other dudes. The place was a mess and LaTanya
volunteered me to help them out. I had no choice in the matter.
When we got to Charles' place, there was nobody home. It was a two-
bedroom apartment. LaTanya instructed me to clean the place from top to
bottom and do laundry. Here I was, a 40-year man cleaning the apartment
of a bunch of teenagers. But I had to do whatever she wanted to prove
myself that first week. I really needed the job.
Finally, at the end of the week, Ms. Angela called me into her office to
discuss my future. She said that LaTanya was pleased with my work. They
wanted to offer me a full-time position. She said that I would have to
continue being Charles' housekeeper and I would also be her maid a couple
of times a week. Even though I wouldn't be working in the salon full-
time, it was great to have a job.
LaTanya said that she had a present for me to celebrate me getting the
job. I was to get my first tattoo?her treat. So, we went to her friend
Tami's house to get my first 'ink.' Tami was about 25 and had been doing
tattoos out of her house for about 5 years. They decided that I was
going to get a 'tramp stamp' just above my butt on my backside. It would
be a floral design with the words in script?'Property of LaTanya.'
To be continued...
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